Search results

I'd say this was more of a Wembley poem, but what the hell:- When you get what you want in your struggle for pelf, And the world makes you King for a day, Then go to the mirror and look at yourself, And see what that guy has to say. For it isn't your Father, or Mother, or Wife, Who...

On the 2 occasions I've seen Oscar away from match day he clearly just isn't 'that' fella. He's no time for fake platitudes, rabble rousing, jingoism, unruly behaviour, and disorder. Oscar says it, you do it, simple.

I'd probably just get Calde to touch me. (not there) I appreciate it's not exactly Braveheart, but I assume it'll cure my bad back.