There's always someone worse off than yourself.
Try spending all bastard day with a great chunk fallen out of a filling so every bastard bloody breath of cold air hits the nerve.
We did. We watched the Villa. A great bastard filling has fallen out of this club and every match is a blast of cold air hitting a nerve. WE have no teeth, the defence is gummed up with uncertainty, the attack (eh?) is in need of dentures and the midfield is full of novacaine, so tea dribbles out. When it takes a sip.
The manager needs a drill to wake him up to the fact that he simply cannot do this job. Imagine HIM as your dentist. Then you will thank God for small mercy Dave.
He would have taken your canine teeth out. That is what he has done to us. As for wisdom teeth. He don't have any.
Another toothless display. Oh, and hope you get better. Forgive the analogy.
