Blade for Sale
Well-Known Member
Tomorrow the fuse gets lit fellas. A Swansea, nay, Barcelonaesque masterpiece of a performance masterfully etched onto the green canvas framed so esquisitely by our fine old stadium. In a month's time we'll breathing down the necks of the pretenders to this league as they sweat like fugitives hearing the bloodhounds baying in the distance, the worries a distant memory, the future red, white and solid gold.
An Italian apprentice (and master in the making) will be metronomically conducting a symphony so elegant as to bring a tear to the eye, performed by an orchestra finally on the same wavelength. A young Miller grinding out passes Iniesta would sell his mother to make, a 'keeper young in years but as impassable as the M1 of a Friday evening.
Never will our anthem sound so sweet, never will our hoardes scream so loud, never again will we fear visitors to our paradise, COME ON YOU RED & WHITE WIZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARDS!!!!!!!
An Italian apprentice (and master in the making) will be metronomically conducting a symphony so elegant as to bring a tear to the eye, performed by an orchestra finally on the same wavelength. A young Miller grinding out passes Iniesta would sell his mother to make, a 'keeper young in years but as impassable as the M1 of a Friday evening.
Never will our anthem sound so sweet, never will our hoardes scream so loud, never again will we fear visitors to our paradise, COME ON YOU RED & WHITE WIZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARDS!!!!!!!