- You've got 10 friends?
- I hope the CD arrived, I never heard.
- It's only half-time, but what a bunch of crap. Apparently, you can't lift your foot while kicking the ball, because if someone runs into you, you'll get sent off. Also, as a keeper if you're committed to diving at someone's feet and you're late and you try to make yourself into as small a target as possible so as not to interfere unduly with the attacking player, what the hell else are you supposed to do?
- My new bike is just being registered, I should be able to fall off that one very soon. (I bought one of those bright yellow safety vests; let's see the next fucker try to say he can't see me.)
- Oh, get it now, we're allowed to have penalties given against us, but not given to us.
I was at the dawning of the new era last week, Frank Farina's first match as coach. (Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.) There was a girl in front of me who seemed to spend the whole game texting; my god, watch those thumbs move! All these young kiddies will end up crippled, unable to use their hands.
Well, gotta go - it seems like social club/poker night is ending early for Boycat's Mum. I'll have to watch what I'm sure will be a depressing end the the Roar game when I get back from the city.