“ What is a club in any case? Not the buildings or the directors or the people who are paid to represent it. It’s not the television contracts, get-out clauses, marketing departments or executive boxes. It’s the noise, the passion, the feeling of belonging, the pride in your city. It’s a small boy clambering up stadium steps for the very first time, gripping his father’s hand, gawping at that hallowed stretch of turf beneath him and, without being able to do a thing about it, falling in love"
He is a fat bastard but look on the bright side there is plenty of room up that arse for your head
You dirty old pervert swordy
Oh Davey,Davey,Davey why don't you grab your teeth from the end of Darylls flaccid knob ,put them back in your mouth,then come and find me so that I can knock them straight down your throat. By the time they settle in your bowel you'll be able to munch on the squirley logs that exit your chocolate whizzway.Daryl's a cun?,Ashmore is a bigger one and you are just a sad individual who was doubtlessly picked on at school because your face was spotty but not as spotty as your 1 inch dick.