Part 27
Nottingham away - we win
Tricky one this.
Magnum got into a fight with their biggest player. By fight, I mean, that their player was cross at being so easily blocked again and so got into Precious’ face.
He was gently led away by our next nearest lineman and suddenly a small red dot appeared on his shoulder. He was then callously assassinated from over 1000 yards a way and went spinning to the floor to his obvious death.
I was full of concern, as you would expect, "You been playing in the Premiership?" says I, "Get back to your huddle, Drogba"
As if touched by the Divine One Himself, Drogba made what can only be described as a miraculous recovery. He literally came back from the dead and returned to his huddle with the sound of the heavenly host singing a Eulogy in his ears.
And by "singing a Eulogy" I mean everyone on the field pissing themselves laughing!
I, myself was involved in a nasty incident of which the referees should have called the match. I refer to getting a nasty piece of glass in my eye. The nasty piece of glass was Mr. Glass' finger.
Mr. Glass was 30 yards away at the time and quite pleased that I had found it so that it could be sewn back on at the Queens Medical Center.
A sad note for myself was being dropped as Centre after nine years loyal service.
In fact, whilst on the sideline, I had an epiphany where upon I dreamed up a whole new range of clothing to keep players (such as myself) both warm and stylish whilst watching the game.
My clothing line would be called simply "BENCH" What so you think?
Might it catch on?
I'll pop up the patents office when I get a moment.
Catch you next time trench fans - Keep blocking
