Not ready for transfer season. No. No. Nope. Nope. Nope! I’ll cross that bridge, violently resisting and clinging to anything and everything I can get hold of, when I come to it. Call me an ostrich for putting my head in the sand, I don’t care.
We’re young. We’re supposed to drink too much. We’re supposed to have bad attitudes and shag each other’s brains out. We are designed to party. This is it. Yeah, so few of us will overdose or go mental. But Charles Darwin said you can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs! And by eggs, I do mean, getting twatted on a cocktail of Class As
from June 2013’s Four Four Two (the napkin incident) -
Not long after Figo signed, Zidane found himself at a dinner with Pérez. A napkin was passed around the table until it reached the Frenchman, with a note scrawled on it. “Do you want to play for Real Madrid?” it said in Spanish. Zidane…