CARL HAS BEEN DRINKING AND WRITING
Glorious Easter Friday in the holler. More tats than Marky saw in six months at the gents club.
Raggah boi, ragtime boi gets a boot to a cross and brings up his first for the season while crocodile tears well in the Roman ones eyes.
The Gene genie is averaging a brace much to the chagrin of the absent Graham who seems to covet the top goal scorer’s position more than most Bombers covet the mongrel dogs leashless in holler.
On the day some bearded type got nailed to a cross along with a couple of Roman thieves another Romanesque thief of hearts, minds and souls nailed the crossbar – well actually the post – before spraying the rebound wide. In this world of sweet mysteries and sweet men Tiberius remains without a goal after three games/lifetimes.
Menawile attah the back Gyles that cross between a dandy, Sideshow Bob and Stephen King’s IT keeps a clean sheet with saves that only he can remember.
Bruce with a silent B tackles and crushes the locals into the turf where they will one day reside in the long home.
JB shows up looking like JR. Mike, Cronje, Daz, Cpt Pugwash, Nigel, OD and Sparky oh and Marky Mark and Stenter also attended. What they did who can say...I guess someone had to join Jesus on those spare crucifixes....