So farewell then,
Stoort and Babs.
You were two blokes
from Ireland, who
played mostly sevens
and tens.
You stayed in Leo's
basement, and painted
lots of stuff.
Walls, not pictures.
Good training for
engineers.
Stoort. I passed to
you this one time
and you scored.
Nice one.
Yes. You always made it
to training, but Babs
tore his MCL.
Now all he can do
is drink beer.
No hard feelings, eh?
apologies to EJ Thribb