Unrecognisable. You get the odd game every so often where you catch a glimpse of the old energy and commitment and passion, but the rest of the time you just endure it and wonder how the hell these mediocre players can get paid so much for not being able to do that much. They baulk at playing 2 games a week now, the poor lambs have to be rested up. Pampered posers made great by journos and pundits hyping the shit out of an essentially dead horse.Originally Posted by LDG
When you could actually feel something, when there was a soul. When they played for you.
MerseI idolised him...fat cunt now mind.
Football got fucking lost didn’t it.
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