He’s the man whose insights and analyses we trust above all others. The man is practically prescient L. Incredible when you think he grew up playing...
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 .....