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| Terry Hurlock |
The man is a fucking legend - nay, a God amongst legendary Gods. How the Savages/Bellamys/Bowyers/Cisses of this world could do with a bit of Hurlock-style justice. None of this cheeky little sniping of the ankles for Tel. Oh, no. Straight forward, honest to goodness ABH for him. No fucking about. In fact, anyone who was going to football before it got taken over by Sky in the 90s and sanitised by facepaint wearing Guardian readers in Euro-96 should club together to fund the research into having Hurlock cloned and let loose on the overpaid, spit roasting mincers that care more for their image rights than the game itself these days. Also, when asked by Tony Cascarino how hard he was, Hurlock ripped off the door from the pub they were drinking in with his bare hands. You know, just to make his point.
Sacred cow? You gonna tell him he's not? Right, on he goes then. |
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