No. 1 - Werner steering his fat ass around. It looked like he was trying to drive a bus on an ice rink. I can't believe he scored. It's horrible!
No. 2 - Letting a team score 11 against us is just sad. I feel bad for those who I witnessed try their darndest but it was the lazy few that cost them. Whether it was Fairclough having a few Appletinis in the city, Cottee attending a weekend intensive hairdressing workshop to expand his horizons (and work an almost technically impossible 167 hour week) or Reynolds trialling for Australia's Biggest Loser, it was the absentees that cost us. I tip my hat to those brave and true who did their best.
No. 3 - Hutcho should not be allowed internet access when he is on his period cos I just received this:-
"Dear anonamous Blogger, You wanna rib me for not turning up last week, go ahead I can take it. Being injured and turning up to the game I would have still played, because I can't help myself, but not turning up at all with no injury present is just fucked. To those brave sould that turned up today to face a strong 11 man Gladesville side you need a medal or some big fucking trophy. With only 9 men in the first half and driopping to 8 in the second due to Pops having to leave, we played with heart and spirit and never once gave up. Forfeit I hear you say? Would have only lost 3-0 I hear you say? FUCK that. I'd rather go down fighting and lose 11-1 than forfeit a game. Our defence in the first 30 mins was spirited to say the least. We were playing like posessed Parrots. Of course it wasn't going to end up well with injuries to boot and fatigue destined to set in, but not one of us gave up.......NOT ONE. Write about that Mr Absentee......"
I don't understand why I have become the target of his mid-menstrual rage but I shall rebut a few points and clarify some others.
I understand Hutcho's angst over the lack of numbers. To me it is stomach churning but don't for a second think running about in the city and ordering peach schnapps with a girl half your age is an acceptable reason for non-attendance.
Kudos to you! I agree, I'd rather play 90 minutes and get a real result, sense of accomplishment and hang out with Frank than hand in a "not coming to the kick-off, love The Parrots" letter to the ref.
Again, I agree. I had a boner just watching some of you fuckers give it your all. Although Dowd did go missing for large periods in the game for no apparent reason. He did have a hanky and was sobbing the words to Michael Jackson's "Don't Stop Til You Get Enough". MIght have had something to do with it.....
Mr Absentee? Who is that? I defy you to run over to me on your poorly constructed ankles and say that to my face! I was there at Morrison Bay. I witnessed it and I'm pissed of at it too! I don't know who the fuck you think I am so I will tell you. My name is Alex Fucking Dimitriades and I was in The Heartbreak Kid bitch, which then spawned Heartbreak High, home of Drazic so stick that up your ass! So next time you take a Sunday of to go rollerblading at Manly and share milkshakes with some young lady (or boy, I don't discriminate - it's probably a boy though, right?) don't come pointing the finger at me and hurling wild accustaions. I am the Blogger. Insinuating that I am anything less than a demigod is tantamount to heresy. Arsehole...
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