But really, this isn't the time for puns. This is the time to be aware of the fact that Brian McClair, who has won as many league titles as Manchester City, bought me a box of fudge for Christmas.
I once sat behind Packie Bonner in tolka park. He didn't give me a chocolate, but he did shield me from the wind quite admirably. He did block off a chunk of the pitch from my view though. I got fresh insight into why gary lineker kept hitting the ball right at him though.
My sister in law is a teacher at a private junior school in Cheshire, with a lot of footballers’ kids there. Being a private school she gets inundated with gifts and then hands them out to us poor souls not lucky enough to daily interact with the children of Stoke players.
She’s usually well ahead of the papers with transfers though as they need to give a term’s notice to take the kids out or pay the full fees - so around March she’ll be able to tell us which players are leaving the area.
But really, this isn't the time for puns. This is the time to be aware of the fact that Brian McClair, who has won as many league titles as Manchester City, bought me a box of fudge for Christmas.
Yes, but it was bloody salted bloody caramel. Why the everliving fuck does it have to be salted. We got on well enough for years before salt was foisted on us.
Yes, but it was bloody salted bloody caramel. Why the everliving fuck does it have to be salted. We got on well enough for years before salt was foisted on us.
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