Imagine how the other players must feel at his incessant, arm-waving, ordering about, shit, when he himself is contributing so little.
I would like to see one of the younger lads, who played their hearts out tonight, tell him in no uncertain terms to concentrate on his own fecking game.
I would like to see one of the younger lads, who played their hearts out tonight, tell him in no uncertain terms to concentrate on his own fecking game.