A Pre-Season Friendly
There she is, the beautiful Liberty Stadium. Home of Swansea City Football Club and the rugby team or someone.
I may be wearing a Superman t-shirt, but don't mistake me for the man himself. I have neither the shoulders nor the jaw to be the greatest superhero of all time.
I didn't take many photos, so you'll have to make do with this one otherwise this will be the shortest photo-journal since the time I photo-journalled me having sex.
Bloody idiots put a 'c' instead of a 'k'. I ate some very strange chicken in there once. It was like lemon flavoured playdough.
Superstore my arse. I've seen bigger cattle.
It's that age old question; Is the man in a cage because he works here or does he work here because he's in cage?
Oh the prices, the evil evil prices.
A mostly empty stadium. I am sitting in row O seat 54. I think.
Tommy Williams crosses it in to Rory Fallon. Williams is league one's left footed skinny Beckham left back. I'm not sure what Fallon is, maybe Beattie. No, probably not Beattie. I'll have a think about it.
Kristian O'Leary throws it in. I assume he's thrown it, because I don't think I've ever seen him cross the ball. He's a defensive midfielder and Welsh, our only Welsh player in the starting XI. O'Leary is the league one equivalent of Claude Makelele, in a way. No, probably not Claude Makelele. Eric Djemba-Djemba.
Look at this woman's rings. Who does she think she is?
After a pointless 1-1 we leave. The bastard's giving me the finger. I'll show him. I'll show him real good.
I may be wearing a Superman t-shirt, but don't mistake me for the man himself. I have neither the shoulders nor the jaw to be the greatest superhero of all time.
I didn't take many photos, so you'll have to make do with this one otherwise this will be the shortest photo-journal since the time I photo-journalled me having sex.
Bloody idiots put a 'c' instead of a 'k'. I ate some very strange chicken in there once. It was like lemon flavoured playdough.
Superstore my arse. I've seen bigger cattle.
It's that age old question; Is the man in a cage because he works here or does he work here because he's in cage?
Oh the prices, the evil evil prices.
A mostly empty stadium. I am sitting in row O seat 54. I think.
Tommy Williams crosses it in to Rory Fallon. Williams is league one's left footed skinny Beckham left back. I'm not sure what Fallon is, maybe Beattie. No, probably not Beattie. I'll have a think about it.
Kristian O'Leary throws it in. I assume he's thrown it, because I don't think I've ever seen him cross the ball. He's a defensive midfielder and Welsh, our only Welsh player in the starting XI. O'Leary is the league one equivalent of Claude Makelele, in a way. No, probably not Claude Makelele. Eric Djemba-Djemba.
Look at this woman's rings. Who does she think she is?
After a pointless 1-1 we leave. The bastard's giving me the finger. I'll show him. I'll show him real good.
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