Happy Friday, Spursland! And welcome to the Hoddle Of Coffee, the greatest display of wasted time and energy this side of the Nations League.
And now the "news"
You would think that Benny would have some serious beef with the team after being shoved out like a steer, being pushed down the chute toward the dude who does all the life-ending in the slaughterhouse, but he doesn't.
I wonder what brand of ketchup he puts on his burgers?
Yes, these people are this committed and, yes, they are all kind of insane. I would know. I kind of was one for awhile, when I still lived in DC. Show up 5 hours before the game. Kick the ball around. Gather with 500 of your closest friends. Grill a shit-load of cheap beef (I never held with that because I am an asshole) and drink your face off before going in and bouncing and singing until you were hoarse. Screaming at people who weren't singing and continuing to drink like Winston Churchill, if he didn't have any class.
I have no idea where Salford is, but it certainly is some sort of medieval market town famous for there odd strain of Beef that traveling noblemen came from miles away to feast in the delicious dead cow.
I can't believe none of these guys are Bulls fans.