made of glass

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We went to the football yesterday. There we were, standing on the terraces, the weather unable to make up its mind {rain? sun? cloud? heat? cold tootsies?} our ears deafened by five thousand voices. They screamed at the referee, they were very rude to the linesman, they had a few choice words for the opposing team's players. Oh, yes. The opposing team's players. We think they were made of glass. One gentle nudge had them rolling around in apparent agony on the pitch. Once they'd decided they'd wasted enough time, they would jump up again, all fine and dandy. Cheeky. The referee was a tad slow on the uptake. He was quite young though; mayhaps he was intimidated by the boarishness of some of the characters. Still, he wised up and grew a pair of manly bits in order to send two of them off. Despite their lack of playing power it ended as a goalless draw. We should have won. We had more shots at the goal, a full team, and we were dominant, with more possession of the ball. But their stupidly ignorant tactics caused us to falter. *sigh* I may sound biased, but genuinely, they were a team of muppets. Stupid players, made of glass.