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THE DEVIL, and the delight, with scandal stories is always in the detail. A personal favourite in football's bungs inquiry of some 15 years ago was the tale of the assistant manager who procured a payment for his boss by accepting a shoe box full of cash on a trawler in Hull docks.
In the Harlequins 'Bloodgate' fiasco we are regaled with the tale of how the offending blood capsule used by Tom Williams came from a Clapham Junction joke shop. Presumably purchased in Groucho Marx glasses, nose and moustache.See the full content of this document
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Bloodgate Cover-Up Really Is No Joke
It reaffirms your faith in British sport's inability to sustain a...
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