NABS. Charidee. The beautiful game. A barbeque.
You’d think it would be friendly.
What could be further from the truth?
Ben went down under a human sack of potatoes from
Don’tWantToNameNamesButThinkItWasProximityTheyCouldLayOffThePiesABit in
Game 1.
(His bruised arm makes the Incredible Hulk look pasty).
Robbie: Unjustly sin-binned for being a bit too good.
Jim: Plays like he looks. Nuff said.
Dave: Tore apart several sausages with the leftover meal tickets.
Everyone (especially Tom): On the end of a savaging from the intense Hanger Lane sun. Aloe Vera and Arnica all round.
As for the cup run?
We modelled ourselves on Wesley Snipes in White Men Can’t Jump:
Look good and lose.
Here’s some sexy pics for the WAGS……

Do I think I’m good enough? Well, I think my punctuation exceeds the required standard.
Is it only me who sees things like this and thinks that if this is the level of attention to detail they pay to their own publicity, then they’re unlikely to be very careful with my plumbing?