Every weekend, long-suffering referee mr.
armistead wades into the melee to try to teach two sets of testosterone-fuelled maniacs the value of restraint, justice and fair play.
why does he persist in this near-futile endeavour? is it because he has a dangerously masochistic streak? or is it because mr armistead genuinely believes that he can use his peaceful philosophy of life to tame the wilder excesses of the players of co-op albion and, on this occasion, the parker street depot?.