Another disappointing draw, 2-2 at home against
Perfectly average stuff: small crowd, shite referee, though
1"Phunions" is an unregistered trademark of Himself, who spent the evening not shutting up about the fucking red kit, instead of rejoicing in the brief glimmer of attacking hope that presented itself before Kitchen OG'd, the team unsurprisingly failed to close up shop for 30 minutes, and Carlos Fucking Ruiz banged the equalizer in the 84th minute. By the way, I forgot to collect the fiver you gratuitously horked up for no reason other than...what, alms? Sacrifice? Tithing to the Church of Eternal Fucking Hipster Cynicism? Whatever. I'll leave one letter off the name of your bright red birthday present. Or maybe I'll insert parentheses instead--it'll read "(F)Red".
2 From the linked post, for Skippy, if he's reading, which he almost certainly is not:
There's really not a lot to be said about yesterday's game, in which our boys got pwn3d by Sebastien Fucking Le Toux. I mean, really, what else can you fucking say other than a few feeble parries? We got fucking pwn3d by fucking Sebastien Fucking Le Toux and...? We got fucking pwned by fucking Sebastien Fucking Le Toux but...? We got fucking pwn3d by fucking Sebastien Fucking Le Toux even though Saint Piotr Nowak was in the press box mourning a plane crash perpetrated by Vlad the Impaler Putin? Do we go W.C. Fields? We got fucking pwn3d by Sebastien Fucking Le Toux and all in all, I'd rather be in Philadelphia? Oh. Here's how appalling it is that we got fucking pwn3d by Sebastien Fucking Le Toux: it's about as likely as getting fucking pwn3d, on a fucking futbol field, by fucking Landru. That's how fucking bad it fucking is to get fucking pwn3d, on any fucking futbol field in America by fucking Sebastien Fucking Le Toux, career hoser and all-around player of no particular fucking accomplishment whatsoever. Fucking Seattle left him fucking unprotected. Jeebus.