Tales of the unexpected
Lovely hurling, eh? And it's not even Sunday yet.
That opening line, by the way, will form a key part of my application for a job with the English soccer rat pack. I'll be popping it in an envelope, along with a stained beer mat, a cigarette butt and a copy of 'Stick It Up Your Punter'. Hopefully, my application will be accepted while there is still a little flesh left on Sven's bones. I have the smell of blood in my nostrils and I want a part of that feeding frenzy.