Linds was babysitting him, and he still fell over 3 fucking rows!
Still, tan a litre of mother's ruin in addition to the cervesa and that's pretty much a likely outcome!
Aye, when Steve Tosh kicked his own arse and the keepers were having to howitzer the ball just to get it out of the 18 yard box.
That fish supper that night at the harbour was just the finest thing in creation, for a bit anyway.
My neck will be on the block with you.
It's nothing more than a suspicion, he seems happy with his lot, enjoying his fitba, who knows.
Maybe looking at Zander staying and the example of Lee Miller at Bristol would persuade him.
Still dunno what or where this "next level is. We are as good as we can expect to be, maybe underachieving in terms of current form but as good as can be expected.