Tincanalley
Turns player names into a crappy conversation
Let's keep the Caf a Safe Place. Let's dwell on the past. Lets talk into the night about the United Way. Let's have re-runs of Cantona magic, Ole Opportunism. Dwight Yorke. Lets sing a song of '99. Let's talk about grey footage of Bestie besting the best of them, then swimming in the champers. Let's have Bobby Charlton caressing an 11-ton football full of rain into the back of a Chelsea net. Let's have lots of shots of short shorts, pitches made of solid glue, Denis Law and his knobbly knees. Let's have flat caps and men were men and half backs putting out their cigarette and squishing it into the sideline before taking a free kick. Let's have Nobby Stiles reducing Johnny Giles. Let's reminisce about Sir Alex and his way of dealing with conflict. Let's have patched-up Beckham bending the ball impossibly and Roy Keane bending the ref's ear and seeing red. Let's keep the music analogue and the winters cold. This will then become a secure zone. Sealed against climate change, Sky Sports, David Moyes, Rock of Gibraltar and ... no mention of Glass or Wood.