Hell isn’t all about other people, pits of fire, brimstone or red-hot poker insertions. Hell can be biting cold, squalid mud, desolate landscapes, flashing studs, the acrid smell of Ralgex and troglodyte defenders handing out painful kickings while bellowing triumphantly “Ave some of that, soft lad”.
The sometime nightmare experience of playing last century English football ties in with this themed post, a special Halloween Eleven comprising a team of the most grisly named players from English League history. All of these players genuinely existed and either played or were on the books of their listed clubs.
Abandon hope all ye who enter here and may your own personal hell burn brighter.
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