22nd February, 2014Here was the match against the mighty West Bromwich Albion, a team that struck fear into the opposition and was feared the world over. Albion – a word that hardly any football fan knew the meaning of. Due to the previous night’s beatings, Sonny was considered psychologically unfit for the match, and the p***y chose to remain at the hotel, cowering in the shower wasting water.
It was a capacity crowd in this charming part of the Midlands and yet again, Shyton played in a very lethargic manner. Bombinho gave the ball away repeatedly, Bombalbo failed to get on the end of anything, and Ricardo spent more time diving and failing to win anything. It was only Tommy who seemed to have any real drive or motivation to win the match. He had real Shyton grit inside him.
Second hal
