Vim Fuego
Player Valuation: £35m
Many moons ago whislt working at Chester abattoir I was inducted into the the slaughter mans club by being thrown into a vat of offall, some still twitching and warm. I accepted the tiribute graciously because each and everyone of those slaughtermen would have had me for breakfast if I had acted in any other way. Not many people wanted to be next to me on the buses home
Bloody hell, that sounds like a scene from Carrie
