Glenda's Legs
Paul Walsh
The sheer jubilation on Poch's face.
That's not the face of a man who fudged of to Madrid and spent €400m on the most egotistical pricks he came across.
That's not the face of a man who's just taken over Chelsea and just won the Champions League, somehow, for only the second time despite the vast sums of money spent.
That's not the face of a man who's gone to Arsenal and taken them up, against all odds, to the dizzying heights of 5th place.
That's the face of a Yid. A yid who thought many trial and tribulation be fought before he have the right to celebrate with his backroom staff like that.
The face of a Yid, who uppon laying his eyes upon OUR stadium, felt there was everything he needed and more to reach this level on a half decade plan.
The face of a Yid, who, upon seeing 'To Dare Is To Do' laughs and replys ' To Dare Is To Do 100x fudging More Than Warranted'
The face of a Yid, who knows its better to fail aiming high than succeed aiming low. And isn't ashamed of the underdog credentials that put him there in the first place.
The face of a Yid who may well be set on withdrawing all his money from his account for a mad one. Only to be told it's a contactless stadium, as Levy - the evil bastard - laughs in his lair that looks deceptively like an insane asylum with bank notes padding the walls - charging an extra quid for every pint pulled.
How can you be drunk and type all that?