On Me Head, Son!

Glitterditch doesn't usually do sport. We prefer activities of a more languid variety. You won't be surprised to learn that we were always picked last for the team at school and regularly got a right royal kicking by the jock meatheads, as a warm-up to them giving each other a right royal kicking on the sports field.

However, it didn't escape our notice (mainly because it's being screeched from every newspaper stand in the UK) that Manchester United and London boys Chelsea are going head to head in the Champions League final, in Moscow this evening.

After all, isn't it nice to see footballers actually playing football? Rather than being plastered across the red tops for indulging in mucky group sex (is this how they bond?), weeing in night clubs and cheating on their better halves with pissed up hairdressers on the make.

Whether you live and die by the beautiful game, or would rather dig your eyeballs out with rusty nails than be subjected to 90 minutes of ball control, is irrelevant: this one should be a corker. And Glitterditch intends on supporting London team Chelsea.

Click here and you'll find out which pubs near you are screening the match.

Now go and practice your chanting. We want hoarse voices come this time tomorrow.

That is all.

Photo courtesy of psd's photostream on Flickr.

Written by Ria on 21 May 2008 8:53 AM. Permalink