The evil JMF were last night put to the sword by a lobon led euro elite. The elite took a few minutes to adjust to the return of of member Lobon, allowing the JMF to open a three goal lead early on, a period during which the mighty European Bri unbelievibly missed a penalty, put off by the epic gurning of Jamon between the sticks. A tight following period saw the Elite draw level and surge in front, the game being played at a frenetic jogging pace. A game of nip and tuck ensued as the Dead Eyeless JMF strived to score, the early jogging pace giving way to brisk stroll, the Elite opened a three goal lead, in spite of being whithout their own goal machine young gaz. Goals were proving hard for both sides, the inept goalkeeping of King Dave not being missed in the slightest by the MoFo. The last keeping shift brought a King like display out of the usually cat like european, who gifted three quick goals to the much maligned funky and Lukelear. The Elite could be forgiven if their heads dropped, as the gloating decibels increased from the opposite goals, tended by none other than Jamon himself. Just as it appeared the Elite had snatched a draw from the jaws of victory, a quick counter attack led to Mark A scoring what proved to be a worthy winner.
All hail the Mighty Elite!!!! Slayer of the Evillllllll JMF!
You shut uuupppppppp!!!!!! EASY, EASY, EASY, EASY, EASY..............
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You whine and moan like the spoilt school girl bitch you wish you were.
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