It's widely believed that foul language is a clear indication of a lack of intelligence, imagination and wit from its potty-mouthed purveyor. Quite right. But holy sh*tting f**k, Saturday night's Primera prize-fight was good.
It was a ninety-minute footballing enema which cleaned the pipes after a tedious two weeks of international inertia. It was a night to leave you giggling and clapping your hands in glee like Wayne Rooney in Disneyland. It was a night to restore your faith in truth, justice and the American Way.
With eight matches kicking off at the same time, Saturday was a......
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