Back in the old days when footballers were hard, had names like chopper, never kissed each other, never swore at refs or cheated and owned pubs they would have sellotaped a fillet steak over that cut and played on.
Because of all the headers during the ninety minutes the steak would have been lovingly tenderised and after the game the missus would cook it for them. And all that for £5 a week.
So, Burt aside RIP. if England don't qualify for Brazil... its Rooneys fault for being a wimp.
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As a Welshman who lost interest in football quite some time ago, I'm indifferent to that. I just marvel at the wages earned and attitude of those earning them, along with the ridiculously astronomical fee paid for my fellow countryman, particularly when Spain is going to hell in a handcart.
True, but wasn't there that kiwi who after a scrum had to leave the field with a damaged rectum? How did that happen? :)
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There are infinitely more sheep in NZ than Wales..........