Ah hell, who cares
Whats the debate for, manike, merkin? you all know that as you run up to the 50 and dump your bling bling pewter faded e-class scud into the numty behind the teabag from 2 feet that its game over for the whole field?
'Check him marshall!!!'
'I can't find a piece big enough to check player, sorry! .......Now where's my leg???
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