sneared at me as though I was something less than a single-celled creature as I stood in front of him at the security area of Milan airport over a decade ago. I tried to strike up a conversation with him about how much I'd enjoyed my day our at the San Siro, and even went to shake his hand. He turned his back on me and started a conversation with one of his entourage.
The fact that I thought he was an odious fat cnut before then, held nothing against the views about him after that incident. Whilst smug self-serving t**ts remain in charge of clubs, their fortunes will be severly limited.
Posted By: Jim Nasium, Jun 2, 11:46:05
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