Having just rewatched the classic clip of young Finn Mundy giving Justin an earful for repeatedly swearing whilst adressing the playing group, I have arrived at the suspicion that each of the trademark "umm's" we hear, when he is fronting the press, are actually just the audible manifestation of a country boy censoring himself for the public's pleasure.
As such, I propose that his natural, colloquial inclination is in fact to string his sentences on a single, steady strand of farks, farkins, farkers and farkits.
And so if, like me, you are so inclined as to wish to hear our shrewd general in his irreverant, native tongue, I invite you to engage your imagination in a game where we substitute his "umm's" for "farkin's" and take in the profane chorus, heard only within the four walls, by those privy, purple clad, men and women who hold this clubs destiny in their flag hungry little mitts.
And in this case what a difference a "farq" does make.
As such, I propose that his natural, colloquial inclination is in fact to string his sentences on a single, steady strand of farks, farkins, farkers and farkits.
And so if, like me, you are so inclined as to wish to hear our shrewd general in his irreverant, native tongue, I invite you to engage your imagination in a game where we substitute his "umm's" for "farkin's" and take in the profane chorus, heard only within the four walls, by those privy, purple clad, men and women who hold this clubs destiny in their flag hungry little mitts.
And in this case what a difference a "farq" does make.
