Up in the rarified atmosphere of Camp ManU where most of the trophies all reside there's an air of expectation about where the next killing is coming from. A few of the bigger lions in the Premier League pride occasionally get to eat at the top table and steal a portion of the trophy haul. ManCy Lion (who lives nearby), Chavski Lion with its fat Russian rump and dear old L'Arsenal (although that particular old lion hasn't been too well fed lately) and even sad old Anfield Lion gets an occasional hand on a lump of silver..
Meanwhile brave old Everton lion keeps approaching the trophy room with trepidation - frightened that one of the big old lions will bite his hand off whenever the smell of silver is in the air...
and yet, somewhere down the bottom of the pile there sits a brave little lion - one with only one leg.. but brave enough to steal in under the noses of the big boys and nick a bit of silver..
So, the moral of the story is: Stop worrying about the fact that Bobby is a little mouse - he likes the taste of silver.
(yeah ok, it's a bit trite but you get the point)