of mediocre pony that played in a 36,000 capacity toilet called Maine Road in the Moss Side slums whose best player was a huffing puffing fat little...
boys who frequently have a little demonstrative cry over something (anything) and I suspect WES & Peter frequently meet up after matches, ostensibly...
also no stranger to the taste of the cock. And why do you suppose the referee, having a perfect view of the incident, dismissed it with a disdainful...
Of course the schnitzel scoffing c.unts surrendered - we'd kicked their arsés you soppy tw@t. That's no reason we couldn't pop a Fat Boy on Berlin .....