“Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy
Ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na ne, ta na na te boy”
Moore smiled, as he does at all of Ben's jokes, but inside him was a burning hatred.
"That man stole my job" he thought and the pains of it all came flooding back.
Millwall, Hull, that chat with the gaffer where he promised not to do it again but wasn't listened to.
His wife is on the edge as he can't get it up anymore, just hearing Ben's laugh when things get heated in the bedroom.
Where will he be next season? Who will give him a go after this?
Losing out to a L2 reserve can't look good to prospective employers.
My kids will always look into the eyes of a man that lost out to him, HIM.
*He snaps out of it*
"Good one Ben, what a lad" he finally said through gritted teeth.