I'm not generally a violent person, but I'd really like to kick a caser, one all wet with a deadly patch hanging on, at Mick Quinn's head.Preferably when he's not aware of the imminent threat.
The bloke is a grade A bellend, but I don't see too much wrong in that statement to be honest.
Only matched by a slightly delafated, orange 'Trophy' ball the thigh also on a cold day. Stinging like a bastard.