monkeybarry
Luka Modric
Ok, so I feel it would be rude not to shoehorn in a joke about branching out.
Picture the scene, RDZ is stood on Johan Lange's shoulders. They are enclosed in paper mache "tree" (were talking Monty Python and the Holy Grail here), shuffling between the pitches at Hackney Marshes when the play faces away from them.
Until..... Lange feels a warm stream of liquid on his leg. He looks down to see an English bulldog taking a tinkle; in the distance he hears the shout...."Rosie??!! Rosie?! Where are ya? Fuk sake, I only told her to run a'rownd a bit"