Happy Tax Day Spursland! Statistically speaking a sizable portion of our American readers just screamed "OH SHIT".
And now the "news"
OK, he almost had me with this. He makes a good point, unless you do what I did and go re-watch him take that penalty right after reading his comments. What the hell was that? But it is important to remember not a lot of other people were scoring either so maybe we should get off his back. OK I'll shut up now.
I propose an alternative punishment; he takes one leg kick from Bale instead of a ban.
Like I even need to convince you to click on that.
Stop, just stop. You can't just take all of our nice things.
Where they will predictably lose to City.
Now if only the streaming provided so you can watch the games actually worked, because according to everyone I know who tried to watch yesterday they were balls.
This was unfortunately a big weekend for dumbasses at football matches. Here is our fine American contribution. John scores, then gets smashed in the head with a bottle thrown from the crowd. I am all for getting wild at the game, I'm all for being fall down drunk at the game, but this stuff isn't cool. It never will be. Look at me once again going out on a limb; do you guys not get how edgy I am yet?
Hey Milwall guys, this must be why you have no friends. Seriously how about this for an idea. These guys want to rep their clubs and firms to which they link themselves to, and they want to fight. Amateur MMA fighting is a thing. You can have zero training really (much like these guys who always seem to be really bad at fighting) and it doesn't ruin shit for the people around you. I propose that we basically regulate hooliganism. These guys can meet up and go one on one fighting guys from other groups in a cage. I can sell tickets and beer and make sure we have professional referees. Let's help these guys accomplish their goal of fighting "for the club" or whatever, and I'll make a tidy profit. They get to scream and yell and fight each other and regular not brain damaged people can go to the games and be guaranteed not to get punched by a drunk who just desperately wants his father to love him.
"I'm Mongo!" The old man probably thought before he fell over.
Oh the beauty of the brutality.
I guess he is OK at hitting balls with sticks.