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Many moons ago, Little Norwich was ruled over by evil Baron Nonfootball McNasty. Appointed in error by the club cook after a session on the cooking sherry, McNasty cared little for the finances of the Little Norwich folk.

He spent 8 million sovereigns on a young man from the Netherlands, Rip Van Wolfswinkie, purely because the name amused him.

Legend had it that young Rip had proved himself among the best of Europe with his prolific deeds but no, the Portugeezers had sold us a dud, a member of the "lightweight" clan whose member Lord Surman had already infiltrated the city.

On his first appearance, doing his best to avoid any contact with the heavy ball, a wayward shot hit him on the head and went into the net. The legend continued!

Only one man, Noble Lord Snoddy saw through the deceit.

On being awarded a penalty gormless Ray Houghton handed the ball to young Rip but Lord Snoddy galliantly snatched the ball from his hands and snarled " Listen, I know your name is more amusing than mine, but this is entertainment!" - as he lashed the ball wide of the post.

For his good deed Lord Snoddy was awarded "Knight of the Year" by the folk of Little Norwich, but he was nowhere to be seen. He was on the fastest horse out of the city- like a bat into Hull!

It was decreed that these tales should never be forgotten and a lynch mob was set up to remind people every time the name or even the initials RVW are mentioned.

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[quote user="curious yellow"]Many moons ago, Little Norwich was ruled over by evil Baron Nonfootball McNasty. Appointed in error by the club cook after a session on the cooking sherry, McNasty cared little for the finances of the Little Norwich folk.

He spent 8 million sovereigns on a young man from the Netherlands, Rip Van Wolfswinkie, purely because the name amused him.

Legend had it that young Rip had proved himself among the best of Europe with his prolific deeds but no, the Portugeezers had sold us a dud, a member of the "lightweight" clan whose member Lord Surman had already infiltrated the city.

On his first appearance, doing his best to avoid any contact with the heavy ball, a wayward shot hit him on the head and went into the net. The legend continued!

Only one man, Noble Lord Snoddy saw through the deceit.

On being awarded a penalty gormless Ray Houghton handed the ball to young Rip but Lord Snoddy galliantly snatched the ball from his hands and snarled " Listen, I know your name is more amusing than mine, but this is entertainment!" - as he lashed the ball wide of the post.

For his good deed Lord Snoddy was awarded "Knight of the Year" by the folk of Little Norwich, but he was nowhere to be seen. He was on the fastest horse out of the city- like a bat into Hull!

It was decreed that these tales should never be forgotten and a lynch mob was set up to remind people every time the name or even the initials RVW are mentioned.[/quote]WTF have you been smoking!

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When you play the game of moans you live or you... Get stuck on coooooch 1 at the faaaam shop buh!

Regulas ooonly!

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