Posted by sean on June 24, 2014 at 10:45 pm in Football with No Comments

Some days I wish to myself that time travel existed. Today was one of those days. If Christopher Lloyd ever does invent The Delorean, there are clearly two major priorities for which it should be used. Firstly, bringing Tyrannosaurus Rex to Bristol Zoo and finding next week’s Euromillions numbers, for me and me alone.

Less importantly, but equally as funny as an escaped T-Rex terrorising the residents of Clifton, I would like to see Doc capture Uruguay striker, Luis Suarez. Even if you don’t follow football, you’ll know Suarez is a biter.

Unlike everyone else, I’m not going to condemn him for this habit. We all get peckish from time to time. I am going to moan about the players he bites. Why don’t they react to his nibbles? It’s not on. That is why Suarez needs to be transported back to Leeds in the 1970’s. Put Luis up against that dirty Leeds team. I’d love to see him trying to take a chunk out of Billy Bremner’s shoulder or Norman Hunter’s arm. Never mind a lengthy ban for the Uruguayan, it would result in a blood bath and a murder charge for a Leeds legend.

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