Buster put his lollerskates on and rolled straight off the footpath.
The club is dead set cracking jokes here.
You want to all hope the off shoot of this is that Ricky doesn't get even more filthy with the way the front office preach. Not to mention how the players will react to the club's decision...
For love of hey-zeus. All of you sanctimonious, tea-totalling fairies can have a nice, long, slow suck on my big, thick bottle of Bundy.
The kid is 24 years old. He wouldn't have planned it. Jeez. And don't give me the, "I'm not a professional footballer but...", "Times have changed..." etc
Anyone who has trained hard whilst being as hung over as a busload of Maoris will know that it's character building.
FIRE UP!