How would the Bard describe it?
Stevenage v Cambridge. One word accusations. A dunghill, blood sucking punks....look at their payslips, donkeys, cursed by the god of futility, by the gods of boredom, misery, dried up, not oozing, quackery, insufferable incompetence, of exhaustion.
How can Cambridge fans not be exhausted with endless failure, struggle, pain? When faced with eleven orang utans, trying to play a violin? Even the slighest competance would result in an 11-0 win.
That is beyond Brophy, Morrison, all, they havent been taught to play football. All the years of kicking a ball, they have beeen taught the stuff my Jack Russel sicked up this morning in the garden.
And many will pay to watch.
