An open letter to Patrice Evra

Hi all.

Sorry for the lack of updates - I've had a bit of an interesting week that included an ER visit (I'm fine, just a precaution) and business at work. Suffice to say that the Fulham win was nice but highlighted the same old problems (lack of communication in the defense leading to a clash of heads, leading to a goal). Beating Partizan was the minimum requirement, but highlighted the same old problems (Song and Denilson not playing their fucking position, leaving Squillaci alone to die on their goal).

However, I saw this on the Guardian - Patrice Evra opening his stupid mouth again - and I had to write something.

Dear Patrice Evra:

Die in a fie, cunto.


Sean Swift

PS: No, really. Die in a fire.