Funny how one's perspective changes, isn't it? A simple nod-in from knee height and everything suddenly looks so different. I will be eating bloomers while wearing bloomers for some time now in homage to the great man, while the floating head of Anton Ferdinand haunts my dreams.
Of course, it wouldn't be possible to let this go without a reference to the Angel of the North. He's removed his bedsheet hood, natch.
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