Found a copy of The Sun in the mess room at Hull yesterday, and had a quick glancette at the report from Ewood. (As you do when we've won away, can't read enough about us) Some bloke with a Greek sounding surname had written it, but it loooked more like something that a bloke called Sir Bacon Moyes might have penned.
It would be fine if we were building a team instead of buying it. Everybody quite rightly hates us. Everton will show us for what we are by finishing above us. The result merely papers over the cracks. Blackburn hammered us and only a string of world class saves from Given saved us from a cricket score. What a proper wanker.
I know that some gifted writers never get to enjoy a career in journalism that their talents merit, so how can this fat head get paid for that sort of mindless drivel?