The Cambridge United Lineage.

[Psaw]

As you all know, generations hand down unhealthy stuff, its what they learned from their previous generations.

Not so for United, the club i knew as a child an idealistic, pure, a unified organisation became crud, and heres why. Do you know what Barry, the board, the players etc are descended from, yes youve guessed it, apes. This does not apply to me, i have the authority to judge, i am descended from the Holy Ghost.

It could have been worse, it might have been Mohhammad, no its not an e, its an a in the spelling. And this is the result of Apeism. Being close to all that is makes these scribblings important, invioble, and what makes them sacred is that they are speaking in a place almost no one goes.

Oh, ive had a phone call, all that is says that he has more fondness for Beetles than Cambridge United, why am i bothering?

I dont know, alli have to do is remain indifferent, but the fire of revenge burns like the fires engulfing Iran, welcome, holy, cleansing fires, sweeping bad apes into brimstone.

Has all that is played a joke on football?, by allowing the club to continue, when all that was needed was someone to nick someones momentoes of the club, that amounted to ten shillings and ten pence, that ultimately allowed the club to survive. God help us all, its no laughing matter.

To be continued, i have been summoned by my master.

[Psaw]

The upshot of having descended from apes is that it reflects, that Barry would be good extracting ants from a log with a stick, not running a terminal football club, all that holds it together is his three shillings and sixpence.

And of course fighting for mating oppurtunities, and going hooo hooo hooo in the way they do.

If i had fleas maybe i could ring Paul and ask him to remove such with his fingers, ive seen that on tv.

Id like to see Paul climb up a tall building and try and swipe planes that pass close by, or was that a film? Or fall in love with an ape, a blond haired one infinately smaller than him, id like to see them mating, that would be a teacher.

Or fighting a giant lizard, now that must have been a film. Anyway, the dressing room after a game, lets not go there, especially after a win, v fellow apes. During a board meeting, do they throw custard pies at each other?

Does the shadow board still exist, or has reality dawned on the assholes that pretended to be one? God, so much crap, its hard to take a breath.

Accrington away, please make my day.