I remember quite a few years ago, four of us went to a certain site in the Wolverhampton area, at the time we were definitely rec-ball players. Well there was this guy with a bright team jersey on, nothing like the ones about now, but still quite bright. He thought he was chocolate, and we shot the cr@p out of him all morning. After dinner in the first game, with the help of a marshall he did a dead man walk, came back in behind us and took out several of our players, what a pathetic tw@t.
The moral of this story is "the jersey did not make the man"
He was an absolute @rseh@le.
Obviously something to do with their team. The rest of the afternoon we lit him up like you do when you're pi@@ed off with someone. I hope the paint stains are still in his JERSEY.
