So, anyone know how the second half went ? Did the blessed Fads come on and score a second half treble to put us on easy street ? I don't know the full story myself as I was busy cleaning up the remains of the dinner plate I threw at the wall when Pud's** toe bash free kick deflected off Broony and we went 1-0 down. Spent the rest of the evening watching "The Wire"... a wise, wise choice, I feel... :-(
Oh, well, at least we weren't the
only useless tossers from these islands to get stuffed by the seal clubbers...
* "Our boys took one hell of a beating", in pidgin Norwegian. Elk hunting bastids.
** Okay, okay, some bloke named John Arne Riise, not Pud. Separated at birth if you ask me, tho'...
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