Sunday, 25 April 2010
West Ham Are Safe!
At times like this, it always pays to look to the Bard. So, to Macbeth Act 3 Scene 4:
Enter Sullivan, the First Murderer at the door.
Gold: There's blood on thy face.
Sullivan:'Tis Burnley's then.
Gold: 'Tis better thee without than Burnley within. Is Burnley dispatch'd?
Sullivan: My lord, Burnley's throat is cut; that Laws did for them.
Gold: Laws art the best o' the cut-throats, yet he's as good that did the like for Hull. If Dowie didst it, then Dowie art the nonpareil.
Sullivan: Most royal sir, Hull cannot escape.
Gold: And Burnley's safe?
Sullivan: Ay, my good lord: safe in a ditch Burnley bides, with twenty trenched gashes on their heads; the least a death to a Premiership club.
Gold: Get thee gone; Zola still lives. Tomorrow we'll hear ourselves again.
Posted by Hammersfan at 21:55