- Jan 11, 2005
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All hail the King that is Ledley, who playeth on through the knee of complete buggery. All hail the mighty Ramos of One-Day who speaketh with forked tongue but knoweth the hour of the tactical substitution. All hail the gargantuan Wooden Gate who stemmeth the tide of foul blue-shirted pestilence and diveth in to the fray without thought of self harm. All hail the battling Bulgar who playeth within himself and defineth 'languid' but keepeth his nerve at the key moment. All hail the diminutive jet-heeled oompah loompah who spendeth too much time in the barber's and coasteth through the first half but finisheth the game like a stoat on amyl nitrate. All hail the ... all right, I'll stop now.