In the Metro today (yes I know, it's shit etc), it states that Mr. C has ordered a load of grub from Tesco to take with him and the team to South Africa! The list of grub includes Tabasco (no doubt that is for Ashley Cole's ring piece), seaweed-sheets (which must be available in South Africa surely), pine nuts and many different flavours of tea, ooohhh hark at her!
Well, instead of forking out more fucking cashola, he should have got some of the fringe players on the 30 provisonal list to go shopping for him and the team. What was he thinking?
Lastly for today if it is true that David Beckham is going to travel with the team (the ones that are actually playing football and not just going on a holiday away from the wife to a place that is famous for beautiful creol prostitutes), surely he should be paying for his ticket and board? In fact, here's a better idea - if the FA are paying for him, (G-d know's how many thousands that will be, but I've got a feeling it would have been enough to put into school sports and stopped the White City school from having to sell their football pitch to developers because they are so skint) he should be making it up elsewhere to the team and FA. Instead of having to foot a cleaning bill on the training complex, Becks should do it! I can see it now, after a rigourous training session, fourteen pints of Lucozade sport and fifty energy bars Rooney needs the biggest shit known to man. Old Becks can go in there afterwards and spray a bit of jasmine around, and get the bog brush and scrape away at Rooney's finest shot of the day.
Fucking classic.
Wednesday, 12 May 2010
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