Those bloody things are ruining the Tournament for me. What started off as a novel bit of local colour is now a mindless tinnitus the likes of which we haven’t seen since they attempted to brainwas Michael Caine in the Ipcress File. ‘My name is Harry Palmer!’
There are alternatives of course. All of which suck.
Here’s a goody. Available from all good opportunists.
Well now, when it comes to football, one man has for many years been the most noticeable, the most controversial, and occasionally the most successful blogger this country has ever produced. His pithy words and abrasive style make him as famous off the pitch as he is on it. This man is Escapini. "I love football. Football she's a cruel mistress. She's, she's more than a mistress. She's a wife, she's a mother, she's a daughter, she's an errant child. She's a… she's a… she can make you laugh, she make you cry. She can bring tears me eyes. She can bring blood to me shoulders. She can bring a kettle to the boil." "Cause football is about nothing, unless it's about something and what it is about, is football."
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