Moore, Monty and the moron on the moors.
Slick haired, Welsh play off final villain Kieffer, embarks on a tour of UK’s most isolated moorland with Mark the Pitsmoor armed robber as his unlikely companion.
The pair set off across Dartmoor in high spirits, but unfortunately as Mark refused to wear walking boots, choosing his once ice white Lonsdale slip ons instead, he is unable to keep up with the lanky Welshman.
This leads to a series of tantrums from Mark where he predictably squeals about it all being ‘Mester Chansseeeereh’s’ fault and vows to not buy tuna again, unless the EFL intervene and force Kieffer into giving him a piggy back.
No fucks are given by Kieffer who ploughs on ahead. By sheer coincidence Nick ‘Monty’ Montgomery is also on Dartmoor and hears piggy Mark’s squeals.
Rather than assisting the pie faced, scrubber, our hero takes great delight in following him and hurling continued sorties of (unlike his passes) well aimed lumps of sheep shit in his direction.
At the end of the day, Kieffer and Monty retire to a local pub sharing a few pints and laughs about the day’s events.
Mark shuffles off home ‘on his ones’ whilst chuntering that he is the winner on the day as Kieffer should have finished the walk 5 hours earlier than him instead of 2. And that’s from a Man City fan….