There he stands, chest inflated, nose in the air, arms outstretched with regal disdain towards all us mere mortals, the epitome of smug self-satisfaction. Anyone would think he had just discovered the cure for cancer. But hang on. Wasn’t it you, Wayne, who played like a turnip for the entire duration of the World Cup? Who was largely responsible for making the World Cup a tawdry humiliating experience for every English football fan? So next time you score a goal how about celebrating it with some boyish exuberance instead of nominating yourself for the Nobel prize?
Wayne Rooney wins the nobel prize for being a twat.
ReplyDeleteLOL. That's another way of putting it.
ReplyDeleteI strike the same self-satisfied pose every time I craft a beautiful sentence. I do a lap of the living room, then hit the showers.
ReplyDeleteSheena, your genius continues to amaze, astonish and delight.
ReplyDeletePriceless, Simon. LOL
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