Scent of a Terry

Greetings, from the most environmentally friendly Tim Stillman Column yet, powered as it is entirely by the smug sense of satisfaction I get from watching John Terry's putrid goblin face eating turf. Perhaps it's about time those odious Chav cunts stopped singing about mowing the meadow and actually started doing it, so that their abomination of a captain wouldn't have to get down on all fours and do it with his teeth.

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