Rubbing It In.
I would remind you all that I don't watch football. But I do have the urge to take up my Dad on his suggestion that I run outside the house, up and down the street interrupting the now deathly silence with screams of "Waahaayyy Portugaaaal!"
For the last two hours all I've heard from my neighbours has been "FOCKIN' 'AVE IT", "Miss, you Portugese cunt!" and "Fockin' cuntin' extra time inniiiit!".
Of course, this is usual for Plymouth.
Cristiano Ronaldo. Not just a pretty face, but now my personal hero and saviour of silence. All I can hear are the distant sobs of my English neighbours.
Ahhh.
For the last two hours all I've heard from my neighbours has been "FOCKIN' 'AVE IT", "Miss, you Portugese cunt!" and "Fockin' cuntin' extra time inniiiit!".
Of course, this is usual for Plymouth.
Cristiano Ronaldo. Not just a pretty face, but now my personal hero and saviour of silence. All I can hear are the distant sobs of my English neighbours.
Ahhh.