Sir, Is it just me or is Lee Dixon the most loathsome little cunt in the Premier League ? His face just screams out
"slap me!". Don't get me wrong, however: my hatred of Dixon, or Lee to his mum, is nothing new. Where was Graeme Le Saux when we needed him? He knows when to play the model professional and not to
let niggling little personal battles cloud his judgement, but equally he knows that the only
language that scum like Dixon understands is robust challenge: the two-footed lunge, the hand-off, the shirt
pull, the off-the-ball incident, you get my point. Over the years Graeme has saved his best
performances for the one on one personal vendetta with that muppet Dixon. Can you name one player with a shorter fuse? An easier wind-up? (I mean Dixon not Graeme, by the way). I
once had the misfortune of living next door to an Arsenal fan (in Battersea, I ask you) who named his dog
Dixon in honour of Lee. Dixon the greyhound, like his namesake, was easily wound-up, and I whiled away many a pleasant hour baiting Dixon up to fever pitch, then sitting back to enjoy watching his owner chasing him round his
back yard screaming "Come here Dixon, you cunt!". And that was straight from the mouth of a gooner
stalwart ! But the thing that surprised me most on Saturday was that my rage was directed not towards Dixon, but
another red-shirted wanker. And who would that wanker be? Ljundberg, that's who. As soon as anyone came near him
he was down on the ground quicker than Frank Leboeuf, sorry I mean Paulo Di Canio (fair play sir !).
We got 3 yellow cards just because of him.
Dr Les, The Voice of Reason
© 2000
Priesty's Chelsea FC Refuge.
I had the immense pleasure of watching the Arsenal match live. When I say live, I was in fact watching a
satellite broadcast beamed directly into the Beer Castle, Wanchai. (Wanchai is a notorious transsexual red light district in Hong Kong - Priesty)
Finally, a question for you:
What happens when England play Sweden?
