Having been a tad critical of the boy Balotelli in my recent letter to the lad, I was a touched surprised to find a response sitting on my doorstep a few days ago.
I needn't have been. The chap's so lazy that he failed to:
a) Use my address
b) Add a date
c) Personalise the salutation
d) Write the letter himself
Presumably the club didn't want to wake him from his nap, or perhaps, as he so frequently does during a game, he was hiding.
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