Bad Boys Choose Life

George Micheal
By Oscar Wilde
December 16 2006

At half time during the Wigan Athletic v Sheffield Utd game, we were subjected to a Wham tribute band calling themselves “Bad Boys”, who sang a selection of Wham’s hits.

Bad Boys? Bloody Awful Boys more like.

 

Which moron at the club decided it would be a good idea to have these two goons prancing around the pitch like retarded Micheal Barrymores?

 

Surely, after the dreadful first half we had suffered enough? But no, out they trundled, chirping like camp chipmunks.

 

The most sensible course of action would have been to send them into the dressing room to make their bizarre hooting noises at Jewell and his team.

 

The threat of such a malevolent visitation re-occuring, would make the team think twice about turning in such an abject performance ever again, and they would have run out and smashed ten or twelve goals past Paddy Kenny in the second half.

 

There are any number of good Wigan bands with fantastic musical skills (i.e. Moron Culture or Former Babies to name but two), but the club chose two lemons, one in a “choose life” T-shirt.

 

Surely singing such crap is more like choosing death by a flying JJB seat.