Let's blow that up a little. Because it deserves it.
A beautiful Cinderella story spoiled by essentially gifting the assdickery Redshite into the finals. Christ on a bike.
Liverpool is the worst. You can hear German Elton John whining all the way down here in the Southland. You know the questionable calls
Oh yeah, Man City can also clinch their foregone conclusion Premiership title with a home Manchester Derby win (which would be pretty fookin' sweet for them, if not coming off a humiliating hiding in the Champions League quarters). That will be on big NBC at 12:30, and everyone will watch.
When I was a wee lad, I played on the town's soccer club. During practice one day, the coach noticed that a kid named T.J. was wearing a friendship bracelet on one of his wrists. This wasn't one of those elastic Livestrong things, this was one of those braided ones,