Chuffy
Veteran
- Location
- On the banks of the Exe
Indurain: A Tempered Passion
"He was a child of the elements, the mountains themselves raised him, aided by the wind. He was a god, The French hated him. We worshipped at his feet, grateful to breath air that might have once blown across a mountain that he lived near. In Spain. He was a lovely chap. The French hated him, the Spanish and everyone else, especially Him. We loved him, he was a lovely chap but hated by everyone who ever ate snails. He was woven from the elements. The French conspired to deprive him of the sixth win and danced on his grave as he died on the fateful climb. The wind loved him as a goat loves it's non-stick frying pan. He was a god. We loved him."
Etc, etc et bloody cetera.......
AAAARGH, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE!!!!!!
"He was a child of the elements, the mountains themselves raised him, aided by the wind. He was a god, The French hated him. We worshipped at his feet, grateful to breath air that might have once blown across a mountain that he lived near. In Spain. He was a lovely chap. The French hated him, the Spanish and everyone else, especially Him. We loved him, he was a lovely chap but hated by everyone who ever ate snails. He was woven from the elements. The French conspired to deprive him of the sixth win and danced on his grave as he died on the fateful climb. The wind loved him as a goat loves it's non-stick frying pan. He was a god. We loved him."
Etc, etc et bloody cetera.......
AAAARGH, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE!!!!!!