Sigh…..tomorrow’s gonna be such a hard day for us sports lovers. We could, realistically, spend the day drinking beer and watching telly – wives beware!
So ManUre beat Chelsea, eh? I watched the highlights, and it looks to me like Les Bleus just didn’t have a clue on how to play them, especially Ronaldo….well done.
This is to clarify a very important point. Because, I assume, of recent comments and posts on this website, some people are beginning to think I am heavily biased against ManUre. Oops sorry, Manchester United.
I know it’s wrong to kick a man when he’s down, and I know it’s trouble to rejoice in the misery of others. Oh, feck it – ManUre, you suck!
..and the earth did shake with that thunder. This is a line from a book by Steven King, The Gunslinger. Lord Perth was a great king who fell in a long-ago battle, and this is from a poem in his honour. What’s the relevance, you say? Read on, dear friend.
Having to watch that crap last night, Liverpool losing to Crystal Palace (bloody heck) was like stopping at the scene of a horrific car accident – you don’t really want to, but a certain morbid fascination keeps you glued.
So, I watched a lacklustre and disorganised ManUre trying hard not to lose to Lille last night – how crap are they, eh? Somebody just put Lord Ferg out to pasture, cos if it was a gum-chewing competition, Fergie and Scholes would have strolled through it 🙂
So, my beloved DeMbare took on CAPS yesterday….and lost. 2-1 to those bastards? I mean come on lads, what does a guy have to do? Like, if you play like boozers, you get whipped like boozers.
Yes, it rained – sort of. Light showers, as you call them, not enough to green up Matabeleland but a top effort nonetheless. You know that irritating light sprinkling in your hair and on your shoulders. Peeps were traipsing into the pub like there was free hairspray samples at the door.
So, England lost to Northern Ireland last night…bwahahahaha. As the Irish fans chanted the title of this post, Scotland were busy wiring Norway at the same time 🙂