- Jan 28, 2011
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Whole squad out for lunch today in the sun, passing a phone round showing Dier's tackles. Having a laugh at that whiney melt Fabregas who hurt his vagina wiping hand.
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Team: We'd like some lunch please.
Waiter: You all booked?
Team: All apart from Hugo and Toby
Waiter: And what would you like to eat?
Team: Chops a la Eric Dier, please.
Waiter: You mean you'd like them meaty, well done and you don't care if they're late. OK. And to drink. A Portuguese Wine, perhaps?
Team: Nah, we've had enough of Costa. Get us some Danny Rosé instead.
Waiter: Ah. I know it well. Effervescent, with a powerful kick. Finally, Ice Cream afterwards?
Team: Just like Cesc, eh, Erik?
Et cetera. Et cetera.