With age comes ... - Alex

If you asked me yesterday morning I would have told you that any man with a beard is the joint best man in the world.
Ask me that now and I'll say that any man with a beard is the joint best man in the world, bar one.

Last night was the weekly football night and just in case you're reading this, goalkeeper of M.S.A you are a knob head, you are the one man in the world with a beard who isn't the joint best man in the world. Now I will elaborate to any reader who isn't well acquainted with the plight of Young Boys I will tell you what happened last night. From minuto uno (for the Latino reader) he decided that he was going to be awkward, actually not awkward, as close to cheating as he could get. And just to clarify, as close to cheating as you can get IS cheating. Now I will tell you what he did in ascending order of cheatosity. To start of with he had a three minute strop because someone entirely unassociated with our team threw a scrap of paper at him. He's supposed to be a mature adult, I'd estimate he was in his 50s. He spent most of the game making the most of any slight contact he was on the receiving end of. Like THIS. However he also spent a lot of the game falling over any time a limb from one of our players was pointed in his direction. Like a fatter and whiter Drogba. On two occasions William (a tenacious Young Boys player) had a shot and his shoe flew off. Now any sportsman would return the shoe. Instead our bearded foe threw the shoe into the adjacent court once and pushed William away from it the second time. That's just not on. And last but not least he decided to square up with dear little Patrick. I've talked about it, Patrick has the lowest muscle mass of anyone ever. Pat did nothing to warrant a violent response, but a violent response is what he got. Violence has no place in the real world (Call of Duty is fine), let alone directed at our little Patrick.

So to conclude, with age comes responsibility OR a beard and the most annoying footballing style ever. Buffoon.