Bramble's red card delighted me more than the goals.
Brilliant game; I watched it in the Union Rooms, which had run out of Guinness and John Smiths by kick-off, and had no Fosters left by half-time. Shocking planning. I was on the Strongbow.
They've got 3D screens in there; I didn't buy the glasses so watched it on the normal screens.
...dot com bold typeface rhetoric. You go clickety click and get your head split. 'The hell you look like on a message board Discussing whether or not the Brother is hardcore?
