The bloke next to me used to really piss me off - he couldn’t remember our striker’s name, even after two years. Every time he scored, he’d ask “who’s that man from Argentina?”
Time after time I told him he was called Leonardo, but would he remember, would he f***.
Nice. He could remember he was foreign though. Obviously.
Bloody racist b’stard.
Time after time I told him he was called Leonardo, but would he remember, would he f***.
Nice. He could remember he was foreign though. Obviously.
Bloody racist b’stard.