Something Wicked

Same old, same old. Knew we shouldn't sing that he looked like a thumb. But he does! And he'd have scored anyway. I tell you though, between you and me, that must be the worst Celtic team I've ever seen. How, you might well ask, did we lose then? Were we worser, you may well inarticulately enquire. We maybe was. Or maybees they're just lucky that they've got the thumb playing for them. Wee prick.
Anyway, as we stepped out the ground, first AJ, then Rog and then Frank all made their excuses.... to the pub on my tod! 'Sakes! Luckily, there was good old L and big J. And AK with RB up from London, and Maitland leaning on the bar. Soon the thumb was but a distant memory. Prick.