Originally Posted by
57vintage
Well, every day’s a fully-assessed, tightly-moderated lifelong learning experience in a crumbling new-build Scottish Futures Trust school.
As the European Championships used to be known as the European Nations’ Cup, I assumed that tonight’s sell-out glamour fixture was part of that. Apparently not. It seems that it’s some sort of cobbled-together spunk-on-the-sheets wet dream imagined by some wise prick somewhere in an ivory tower somewhere in continental Europe. The winner out of the dregs of European fitba who participate, apparently gets a shottie in the Euro finals, in the official whipping boy slot. Or something like that. Sounds like the ****ing Texaco Cup. Oh, the glamour.
Jesus H Christ on a quine’s bike. 😆
Just logging in to register my total disdain for the distraction fae Proper Mannies’ that is international fitba, to give the fannies in kilts something to chew on.
Doh a deer....