Govanx
Cool Story Bro
Here’s a tradition I’d like brought back. I used to love a scum game at Ibrox, Hampden, or the piggery, where it was pishing doon, the players were caked in mud, and we’d come out for the second half in crisp new strips, bright white shorts, shirts tucked in, and those manky 19th Century Terrorist bastards would drag themselves out, led by Billy McBungle, looking every inch the fuking trams they were/are.
Any more?
Any more?