Imagine you've been supporting your boy and his grass roots football team a while and suddenly there's a new team in the league. On the face of it they've dragged themselves up from nowhere, behind the scenes though everything is run by a "well connected local businessman". And, in the middle of it, there's this smug faced lad with perfect fair hair barely able to contain his delight at each victory once he reaches the safety of the back seat of his dad's Range Rover.
Throw in some noddy, clueless fans and it's no wonder the other parents are delighted when they finally get their comeuppance because of "injuries"
Throw in some noddy, clueless fans and it's no wonder the other parents are delighted when they finally get their comeuppance because of "injuries"