Dear Mr. Linesman,
You've never met me, but I would like to marry you. We need more fellows like you with sharp eyes. I know it must have been a difficult job (if mine was to watch the likes to O'Shea, Brown, or Ferdinand I'm pretty sure I would cry myself to sleep at night) but we appreciate you. So I salute you Mr. Linesman-who-made-an-amazing-call-in-the-final-minute.
Dear William Gallas,
You fucked up by deflecting that goal. However then you scored a goal. I know that playing for Chelsea probably means you were taught to be a cunt... so keep fighting against it and work on just scoring goals and not on deflecting them into our own goal. That said, you deserve to have supermodels throw themselves at you. You are a beautiful man.
Most Sincerely,
The Lady Gooner
You've never met me, but I would like to marry you. We need more fellows like you with sharp eyes. I know it must have been a difficult job (if mine was to watch the likes to O'Shea, Brown, or Ferdinand I'm pretty sure I would cry myself to sleep at night) but we appreciate you. So I salute you Mr. Linesman-who-made-an-amazing-call-in-the-final-minute.
Dear William Gallas,
You fucked up by deflecting that goal. However then you scored a goal. I know that playing for Chelsea probably means you were taught to be a cunt... so keep fighting against it and work on just scoring goals and not on deflecting them into our own goal. That said, you deserve to have supermodels throw themselves at you. You are a beautiful man.
Most Sincerely,
The Lady Gooner
