Dear George,
I hope you are well. Last night there was football on the telly, and as the room around me filled to capacity with over excitable blokes shouting at the screen, it got me thinking...
I hope you are well. Last night there was football on the telly, and as the room around me filled to capacity with over excitable blokes shouting at the screen, it got me thinking...
I know a lot of men fantasise about
being like brilliant footballers but I've always fantasised about
brilliant footballers being like me. I imagine a world where I can
turn on 'Match of the Day' and see Wayne Rooney hold his hands up to
protect his face and cower away from the ball as it gets kicked towards
him, or watch Frank Lampard going for the ball and have the referee
shout “don't pass to him, he's rubbish”, then Lampard starts to
cry. Or every week Liverpool would try to get out of a match by
pretending to have a sprained ankle. I think you'll agree this will
be much more fun to watch.
The weather here is fine, trains are running on time, and a first class stamp is 60p.
Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave
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