Thursday, 15 September 2011

O Savio, Savio, wherefore art thou Savio?

Nani leans over the balcony of his multi million pound villa in Brescia and laments,

O Savio, Savio, wherefore art thou Savio?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love
And I'll no longer be a Nani.
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy:
Thou art thyself, though not a Nsereko.
What's Nsereko? It is nor hand nor foot,
Nor arm nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O be some other name!
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet;
So Savio would, were he not Savio call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Savio, doff thy name,
and for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

Interpol are now searching for the Ugandan wonderkid (in the sense of we all wonder how Nani kidded us into buying him) after he has gone missing. Of course there is potentially a human tragedy here but the more you read about this twat, the more incredible it is that we shelled out good money to buy him. In Uganda they abduct kids from villages and draft them into the rebel army, but we paid £9million for ours and if given a gun, he would probably blow his own brains out! Bloody marvelous!

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