The week’s over, my birthday celebrations have finished, and Upton Park is once again full of caravan-dwelling morons. And it’s shitting it down with rain. Summer might as well give up. It’s time to make a break for it. So grab your keyboard and any particularly sharp pencils lying about your desk and run for the door. Scream “Come On You Spurs” and hurtle down the stairs.
Can’t be arsed? Read on instead. It’s probably the more sensible of the two options, and definitely the more rewarding. Why? Three reasons: this exclusive invite to MNF, all the bants from Shimon Defraud you could ever want and enough vocal hilarity to make Maggie Thatcher piss her knickers. So click yourself happy.
Soccerette Anyone?
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