I hope he traps the tip of his cock in his zip everyday for the rest of his life.
And that his wife leaves him for a no-name, lower league footballer who’s been forced to become a part time rent boy to supplement his income, due to the PL not allowing enough money to drip feed down the leagues. As a result of this, the player picked up several sexually transmitted diseases, all of which he passed on to Mrs Scudamore and therefore on to the lying, cheating bent bastard when he gets his bi-monthly, Saturday night, two-pump treat.
I also hope he loses the remote for the telly and it drives him mad for weeks.
Its quite cathartic, this...