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Posted July 19, 2015 23:23 · last edited July 19, 2015 23:24

I'm guessing that Scousemouse was an '86 class number 10, reminiscent of Maradona with the genius of a '76 Jimmy Page and the manliness of Sean Connery in From Russia With Love - Roy of the Rovers couldn't carry his crisp packet for all he was worth. He played the entire game out in his head before he had dinner the night before which was then executed to perfection - inch perfect passes to everyone across the park, the croud were hanging off every touch and after he came back on with a bandaged head after being 2 footed across the brow, scored a perfect hat trick. In the after match, he took no credit and deflected it to the ladies whom made the sandwiches, whom understand 'what real toil is about'...

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Jeff Vader edited July 19, 2015 23:24

I'm guessing that Scousemouse was an '86 class number 10, reminiscent of Maradona with the genius of a '76 Jimmy Page and the manliness of Sean Connery in From Russia With Love - Roy of the Rovers couldn't carry his crisp packet for all he was worth. He played the entire game out in his head before he had dinner the night before which was then executed to perfection - inch perfect passes to everyone across the park, the croud were hanging off every touch and after he came back on with a bandaged head after being 2 footed across the brow, score a perfect hat trick. In the after match, he took no credit and deflected it to the ladies whom made the sandwiches, whom understand 'what real toil is about'...

Jeff Vader edited July 19, 2015 23:23

I'm guessing that Scousemouse was an '86 class number 10, reminiscent of Maradona with the genius of a '76 Jimmy Page and the manliness of Sean Connery in From Russia With Love. He played the entire game out in his head before he had dinner the night before which was then executed to perfection - inch perfect passes to everyone across the park, the croud were hanging off every touch and after he came back on with a bandaged head after being 2 footed across the brow, score a perfect hat trick. In the after match, he took no credit and deflected it to the ladies whom made the sandwiches, whom understand 'what real toil is about'...