Studs Up

Yes I know, but it just sort of happened that way. I wanted to do a terrible poem, and I wanted to do it about the most ridiculous player possible that might have a twin.
And… voila.

It is boring as tits. Well, tits aren’t really boring so I guess that doesn’t make sense. But it’s really boring.
I’ve ceased long ago to care about international football other than the tournaments themselves, which continue to be breathtaking examples of sporting contests at their finest. The friendlies and qualifiers, though? Utter garbage, although [...]