Back from the days when footballers were men with short back and sides and the grime from their vegetable plot under their fingernails, with hobnailed boots and flat hats, whoi gave no quarter in the tackle and asked for none either, who celebrated goals with a manly handshake as they trotted back to the centre circle, not big girls' blouses who sport ear-rings and fake tans and gelled hair, who fall over whenever possible and whine and moan and cry to the ref, who appeal for every throw in even when they know it came off them, who drive Ferraris and shag a new stripper every week and are called Paolo or Wayne or Cristiano.
Jack Cork. I like that.
Posted By: Old Git, Jun 6, 16:23:29
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