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Cambridge V Oldham, the only good thing about this trash was a George Harris header, 1970 at home, the first home win in the football league.
A cross came in cant remember from who, George leaping like a salmon on the edge of the area, firm contact, in the top corner from 20 yards, pure footballing art.
Now, if Shakespeare attnded this game, he would turn away in horror, stating he would rather attend a beheading at Tyburn.
He would write a play where everyone dies, even the writer. Blood will be everywhere, like it will be at the Abbey, not real blood, but the blood of slow suffocation, all encompassing boredom, an inadequacy, running around to no end, which is wot modern football is.
Even as i write, my bile rises at the thought of again witnessing the black and amber shirts, the amber hiding the egg stains, my crotch itch inflames, red, weeping, needing a heavy scratch.
My bowels scream for release, at extreme pressure, mirroring my need to escape pronto, i have a vomiting thrust, but with nothing to vomit up, except the thought of Cambridge v Oldham.
I suffer writing this, having to confront trash, money laundering, theft, lies, gaslighting.
That is all.
A cross came in cant remember from who, George leaping like a salmon on the edge of the area, firm contact, in the top corner from 20 yards, pure footballing art.
Now, if Shakespeare attnded this game, he would turn away in horror, stating he would rather attend a beheading at Tyburn.
He would write a play where everyone dies, even the writer. Blood will be everywhere, like it will be at the Abbey, not real blood, but the blood of slow suffocation, all encompassing boredom, an inadequacy, running around to no end, which is wot modern football is.
Even as i write, my bile rises at the thought of again witnessing the black and amber shirts, the amber hiding the egg stains, my crotch itch inflames, red, weeping, needing a heavy scratch.
My bowels scream for release, at extreme pressure, mirroring my need to escape pronto, i have a vomiting thrust, but with nothing to vomit up, except the thought of Cambridge v Oldham.
I suffer writing this, having to confront trash, money laundering, theft, lies, gaslighting.
That is all.
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