Dear UEFA, RE:
“That goal.” If
your ref’s in
town then I’d
sure like to
play host. We
have much to
pick over. I’d
show Yves my
pool cues. He
will meet my
pals, fans of
Hibs also, to
chat. “That o.g.
Yves, what in
God’s name,” we
will sing. Oh
it’ll make me
very glad to
just talk or,
let’s tell it
true, lift my
damp pint up,
grin, then go:
“Have this ya
drab cunt ya.”
