Obesity. That's all I can think of.
There was one guy there last night who was notably worse than me. He just goal-hung all night and was utterly hopeless whenever the ball came near him, which was very gratifying as I can't stand him.

At one point our keeper warned (of this twat) "Kyle's free!" and I replied "With a face like that I'm not surprised"
(Darth Foxtrot A one-man army dedicated to making fetch happen, Fri 25 Nov 2011, 10:51, 2 replies, latest was 14 years ago)

Well he's certainly dodged the occasional salad
Perhaps if you reigned in the withering put-downs during the game you might get on a bit better? Just a thought...
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Fri 25 Nov 2011, 10:54, Reply)

Ah, but
Last time I was the model of decency and had a stinker. This time, four goals (one with my HEAD! Well, shoulder) and a load of decent tackles. And a nutmeg. I'm wondering if the company of this vile internetrandoms is having a beneficial effect on my sporting skill
(Darth Foxtrot A one-man army dedicated to making fetch happen, Fri 25 Nov 2011, 10:57, Reply)

Decency doesn't work either
Be a tiger, it's the only way.
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Fri 25 Nov 2011, 11:02, Reply)

+g

( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Fri 25 Nov 2011, 11:03, Reply)

beg a tiger?
you fucking would, too, if you met one.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Fri 25 Nov 2011, 11:07, Reply)

Silly. I meant be a tigger. They're bouncy!

( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Fri 25 Nov 2011, 11:08, Reply)

See, this ^^^ is what happens when girls get involved in football chat.

(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Fri 25 Nov 2011, 11:18, Reply)

to the /QOTW-mobile

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Fri 25 Nov 2011, 10:55, Reply)

Needs MOAR padding and oblique sexual metaphors.
And lies.
(Darth Foxtrot A one-man army dedicated to making fetch happen, Fri 25 Nov 2011, 10:59, Reply)