Yesterday was a fantastic win, but a painful game...
I watched it in my college coffee shop (on a weekend visiting old friends at Durham uni) and when Boateng got away with that poke in the eye and then stamped on Sagna I became so enraged that I scratched the leather sofa I was sitting on with such venom that I tore the ******* fabirc. I did it again when the outrageous penalty was given.
What a ******* embarrassment.
Even more of a joke was the standing ovation for Boateng's anti-football... Having been to Hull, its clear they are a bunch of dirty, filthy miner scum who are just pissed off that their pot factories are getting shut. Well I don't give a **** about the crying bitches... If I wasn't acutely aware of the fact that it would unburden them from their desolate, abject poverty-stricken lives, I would risk my own to seal the stadium shut and have it fire-bombed until every one of the dirty disgusting vile **** hammers was a charred ******* skeleton.
I am not even joking, I want those people and their ideology dead. None more than Phil Brown, who would be getting off lightly by being tortured and then gassed to death.
That is unless the torture involved a drawn out and sadistic process of angering small, poisonous and tropical creatures, before dangling them over his naked body and allowing them to bite, sting and bludgen him until he became a feverish, bloodied and sweaty mess. I would suggest giant Japanese Mikado centipedes, banana spiders, mantis', hissing cockroaches and a massive spider crab to then crawl onto his writhing body and stab his ******* eyes out before re-arranging his nasty little scab of a face.