Well actually the ball is a Pro, it's just the rest of us...

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At this point, to clear up confusion, I'd like to say we're not an official computer-science football team. We're not associated with the department at all, in fact if anyone asks I usually say I'm doing English Literature, but that's another story... Also I'm not in these pictures because I took them, so there.

Well football, it's a funny old game, a game of two halves, a game of 22 over-paid prima-donnas running round a field in an impromptu strip-tease, fashion show-strop that Naomi Campbell would be pround of.

But not our footy. We're honest hardworking under-paid (i.e. we get nowt) and not too bad footy part-timers. We have had 2 penalties in 2 years, only a few injuries (ahem, don't talk about those) and no sendings off, though if you ask me, mumble, mumble... (Though that would be more impressive if we had a referee to actually send people off.)

We play here at the San-Cero (I can't spell and am proud of it) shaming Liverpool University Sports Hall. Booked by Dave who is also holder of the sacred ball.

Our spiritual leader and footy-and-tourqoise-coloured-shorts-guru is also Dave. Top player and an inspiration to us all.

One or two of us have even got into Europe, though that was nothing to do with football, to be fair. We do play away though, by Tesco's in the tropical climes of Allerton.

The Moral of This Tale

• Why do we do it ?
  • Because it's there ?
  • No because We Love it, it's Ace !

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