Pitiful

The Jmf ran riot over an out of sorts Elite last night, prevailing by 10/11 goals(couldn't be assed counting at the end). Two Scoops pulled up lame, Alfie didn't show till half an hour had passed, shouty ran round in ever decreasing circles and I am your father Luke decided that "Tonight Matthew, I am going to be Lobon" and set up camp in the top right hand corner. To give a small insight to just how poor the Elite were, the evil soap dodgers of the testosterone impaired Jmf were eight goals up within 10 minutes. We were woeful.