the spin machine trying to paint a picture of players and a coach so passionate about the shirt, so wounded with self directed anger and disappointment that they launched into some kind of cathartic punch-up and we'll as say "see - they care man - they really care!"
The little cúnts were on their iPhones, ignoring each other as usual and talking to their agents and social feed writers.
"I'm bold, I'm bald
I'm Stevie Bould!" he bawled