There was a young lad named Brisley.
Married a lass from Risley.
He played for Notts County.
She liked to eat Bounty's.......................................... ....
On that basis tarquin's version of Brisle (rhyming with isle) is a bit easier:
There was a young lad called Brisle,
Who used to play for Carlisle,
He hated them lots,
So he signed up for Notts,
A much better club by a mile.
On that basis
There once was a young man named Brisle.
Who kept a pet rat and a micel.
One day at the Vicars,
They got in his wife's knickers..........................................
There once was a young man named Brisle.
Who kept a pet rat and a micel.
One day at the Vicars,
They got in his wife's knickers..........................................
Just seen the interview with Brisley, gritty northern accent and permanent scowl, I like the guy already.
Also like the absence of visible tattoos. Messi can have tattoos but these nomarks who are covered from the wrist to the armpit haven't earned the right.