His dad was no slouch, either.
And as for that demented cheerleader whose mouth is too small for his teeth, I am speechless that he has the nerve to to take a dig at Lampard. If that gurning çunt lives to be 100 years old he will never be as respected in the game as both Frank and his dad.
I always thought the rags were the lowest of the low, particularly when that liver-shredding, foul-mouthed, Glaswegian dictator was in charge. But the dippers, under the current regime, are dragging the name ‘mud’ through the foulest, most pungent sewerage system in Hades.