Ronnie Pickerings day started off with a bunch of unnecessary flicks, trying to impress the dollybirds. Spraying balls all over the pitch. A goal from the top corner.
The journalist scribbled down many notes, such as praising his “horny right foot” “strong leadership qualities” and “he might have lost his hair, but has not lost a step from his PKFC days”
Then came a hard brexit tackle, clattering while getting the ball so it was clean, harsh and fair. A teammate helped him up and he said “gracias negrito” which was overheard by an opponent who was just coming back from a peaceful protest earlier in the the day. They (they as in that was their pronoun, not used in this context as a general statement) screamed “WTF DID YOU JUST SAY” and all hell broke loose, postponing the game
The journalist, after taking a knee, slams his fist on the table and departs
“Not again”