Oh, I’m sorry. Did I break your concentration, Brad?
For while you were focused on your “beautiful game,” I decided to remind everyone who’s really in charge.
Don’t believe me? Have you ever seen a pitch-invading cat get kicked by a goalkeeper? No; as a matter of fact, you saw how apprehensive Brad Friedel was in approaching me. I’m quite shocked, in fact, that he kept a clean sheet after I put the fear of FSM into him. He knows I would have scratched that fake Lancashire accent right out of him.
Even King Kenny was forced to smile after my run through the Spurs area in front of the Kop. And who wouldn’t have smiled? After all, the match only continued because I allowed it to. He had to get into my good graces.
Your games amuse me. And while I will accept your adulation, I expect nothing but your compliance when we decide to take over the world.
Now somebody get my catnip mouse.