The Dutch women are believed to have acquired match tickets from some guy who got them from a man who sat next to a bloke in a pub who was in the queue at Heathrow behind Robbie Earle's cousin's friend's chiropractor's mechanic.
The rest of the article pretty much sums up my own feelings on the subject: you cannot buy that kind of coverage, Bavaria's Marketing Director must be wanking himself into a coma today.
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I'm determined to buy a box of these beers now. Just to hoist a middle finger at some fucking bureaucrat.
Although I would really rather just have a couple of those blonde Dutch women.
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