A dead eyeless JMF put up a brave fight last night at the Wood but came off second best to the masterful Elite. The Elite also welcomed back Shouty to the fold, but with the JMF missing it's most important member, over confidence seemed to envelope the Elite as Jamon stumbled over what appeared to be a greased pig to open the scoring for the nefarious MoFo. The Elite's response was swift however and after half an hour opened a three goal cushion, as Euro and Jamon took their places in goals. Jamons ineptitude seemed to rub off on European as the wayward turncoat Lefty bagged four to turn the scores round to a one goal lead for the shirt lifter posse. But Jamon once again rode to the Elites rescue, somehow simultaneously launching himself backwards and in the wrong direction to allow a weak mishit to struggle over the line. After untangling himself from the net the game became ill tempered, as one of the greatest upsets of all time loomed, Lobon throwing "a Mick" that registered as a 6 on the Richter scale. Alas for the sphincter sniffing MoFo, man of the match JohnnyWest broke free down the wing to slot home the winner moments before full time.
THEY CRY, THEY LIE, THEY LIKE TO LICK JAPS EYE, JMF....JMF...
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Me throw a wobbler F**k Off I never F**kin throw a F**kin wobler.It was those cheating MoFO'S winding me up F**kin c**ts, b*stardin wa**ers., . me thow a Mick F**k you all. f**K off.
Whose this pretending to be Lobon, I know it's a fake sliver moaner because the original Lobster would swear much much more.
JMF version of events:
The JMF put up a brave fight last night, undeterred by the Elites Wood. (well as good a fight as anyone can surrounded by five, white clad bottom rapist) but came off second best to the master-bating Elite. Put off by the onanistic fags giving Shouty a wanking welcome homo.
Over confidence enveloped the self flagellating Elite as Jamon gracefully slotted in the opener for the nefarious MoFo.
The Elite's shoddy response was to mince about in a middle-aged bum-boys sort of way but somehow they managed to spawn a three goal advantage.
The comical highlight of the evening suddenly exploded in the Cottingley night air as the plump Eurohomo plodded between the sticks (which incidently are to high for him to reach the cross-bar) only to have four goals smashed passed him by JMF stand-in the Mighty "left-foot" Mark
The whole hilarious spectacle unravelling before Jamon's eyes was enough to send him falling into the back of net in fits of laughter.
After untangling himself from the net the game became ill tempered, as the enevitable loomed, Lobon throw "a Mick" that registered as a 6 on the Richter scale.
However , Euro's Mr Bean like preformance in the nets has sufficiently put off the JMF for the Eilte to do what they do best - sneak in through the back door.
Back to normal sides this Wednesday - ya fecking doomed I tell the.
klingons dont kick pigskins but if we did we would knock the f**k out of all you vimto girls and whoever has the redest boat on wednesday nite is the guilty one who's bin dry-bummed by the rest.
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