I think you lot are all stupid. I bet when he sat down with his agent he wrote a list of places he would want to go and Leicester was right at the top.
Milan probably knows this, and being a shrewd businessman has offered him tuppence a week and a blowjob off the youth team captain. Edgar has worked out that this will not cover his air fare and he will not be able to feed his dog, Sebastian, who has a wheat allergy and so needs special dog mix.
Because he has always been a Leicester fan and is desperate to play for us, he has come up with a plan. I think he has phoned Milan and asked him if he can sell pancakes and marijuana at half time. Milan has been outraged! 'No' says Milan. Edgar breaks down. 'Milan. youse Bashtard, youse harsch bashtard. Mein schmall dog vill die, but I lovsch die Lestoh. I vill kommen to Lestoh anyvay.'
Milan questions Edgar. Upon hearing the full story, and being a dog lover himself, Milan has tried to ring his vet, but his vet is at a buddhist retreat in Azerbaijan for the weekend trying to find inner peace and overcome his fondness of fingering cats when they are under the effect of anaesthetic - mobiles have to be turned off and the wifi keeps dropping out so Messenger isn't any good
Milan is also worried that any surprise disturbance of his meditation could result in a cat fingering frenzy that ends in torn cat sphincters and a lot of explaining to the world's press. We don't need another La Manga, so he's going to wait till his vet returns.
My guess is that we'll find out on Tuesday. Be patient, Edgar loves Leicester, we love hash pancakes and Milan loves dogs and unharmed cats. This is a win-win for everyone concerned....
unless Davids can longer run and ends up pairing up with Dickov to rub Deepheat onto the arthritic parts that are difficult to reach. Still, its only tuppence a week. Worth a punt.
