Remember that game where we’d won the league and he basically had some of the finest players in the world at the time trying their best to tee him up to score.
Oh, that’s right. Took ages, though. And he missed about half a dozen gilt-edged chances first.
Christ. Remember when we were good enough to just toy with lower league sides like a bored cat with a crippled mouse?
it was like they were having a pre match kick about with the young mascot. When the goalkeeper moves out the way and the young kid still misses a penalty.