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Gladys Scissorhands,
goalkeeper.
Two hands, one wrist, one knee, one shoulder frozen harder than
a Siberian puddle in Winter. Freedom Glads' very own medical miracle,
she's tastier than Seaman. AKA Dave Save. Since retired to Cornwall
but we can't bear to put her on the X page. After all she'll only
moan...
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Gladys
Billie Jean, goalkeeper and Manager. Serve
and volley dolly from Way out West, Gladys is also a Supreme Nerd.
People may snigger, but 'The geek shall inherit the Earth'. Welcomed
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Gladys Big
Ears, defender. Built
like a stick stickhouse and unable to slide tackle, Gladys relies
on speed and a flick of her magnificent ears to stop dangerous attacks.
Always ready with a right gobful to suit any incident - even when
she hasn't actually seen it.
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Gladys Pink
Triangle, defender. Gladys
was recently honoured by the Royal Society of Structural Engineers
for the intricate complexities of her match day bra ensemble. Harnessing
her magnificent basoom is less complicated than her tangled lurve
life however.
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Gladys Dutch
Cap, everywhere. Gladys
is from Holland and often wears a cap, we are unaware of what method
of contraception she may use. If she was an action film star from
Amsterdam we'd call her "The Tram from 'Dam", but alas,
she comes from somewhere unpronouncable in the south.
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Gladys Terminator,
defender.
Gladys believes football is a game of give and take. She gives most
of the flesh on her right thigh and takes most of the pitch away
in her knickers.
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Gladys Love-Supreme,
defender. Largest
paddler on the raft of love, or so we hear. Apparently being the
mother of a young son means you don't have to play as often as you
used to. Sort yerself out Gladys.
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Gladys Lightbody,
midfield.
Gladys' mind is often found on a completely different Astral Plane
winging around the heavens in her light-body. Contrast this with
her earthly body which thunders around the pitch tackling like a
combine harvester.
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Gladys
Soaperstar, midfield.
Soap-tastic Gladys gets her name from her part in the star-sudded
(ouch!) cast of daytime's 'Doctors', rather than from the scurrilous
rumour that, if she were a warning sign, she'd be 'slippery when wet'. |
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Gladys
Choc-Full, midfield.
Alas poor Gladys used to walk on water. Recent participation in dangerous
sports (stepping out of a car, carrying a plate of food to a table)
resulted in chronic ankle-knack so Gladys has opted for the gentler
pleasures of the midfield. Lock up yer choc, heeeeere's Gladys! |
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Gladys
Anorak, midfield.
Obsessive fact lover and Nihilistic Techno-fetishist. Currently side-lined
with severe knee knack. |
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Gladys
Boomerang, midfield.
Four times she has gone and thrice she has returned - so we wait and
wonder. Where is she? Will she return? What the hell comes after 'thrice'? |
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Gladys
Big Bird, midfield.
The teams tallest player by virtue of the fact that Gladys Terminator's
30 year career has worn her legs to stumps. AKA the Dolly of the Volley;
when Gladys' left foot isn't waving around like a banana, watch out
for some net-busters! |
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Gladys
Austin Powers, midfield International
woman of mystery and fully accessorised and co-ordinated camping gear.
Many mysteries surround Gladys. What we really want to know is how
she manages to sit on the beach without getting any sand on her towel?
Will she tell us? She'd rather go on pitch with one sock pulled higher
than the other! [er, that's a 'no'] |
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Gladys
Whipper,
wing wizard Smart mouthed wing whippet and Pet Shop Girl, this
bird comes from the family known as 'Hertfordshire Reds'. As a winger
we understand her affinity for the white line - but why the rolled
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Gladys
Guff, Ace Striker.
Why do we have hardly any energy on the pitch? Because most of us
are shattered after the pre-match ritual stampede to the toilet which
follows Gladys saying "OoooH! I think I better pop in the loo!".
Top player, bad arse. |
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Gladys
Farrah Fawcett, Ace Striker. 70's
icon Farrah sweeps past defenders with a nonchalent flick of her magnificent
hair. On the pitch her superb skills belie her mature years and give
one the suspicion that she didn't marry the Six Million Dollar Man
so much as kidnap him and nick all his bionic parts... |
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Gladys
Syrup, Midfield.
Spotlessly clean and immaculately pressed Gladys with a fine mane
of (someone elses?) hair. Spends alternate Saturday afternoons and
some week nights 'up the Arse' - and gets paid for it! |
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Gladys
Pop Tart, Midfield. Mild
mannered Gladys said she emigrated to Oz to be with her bird. Whispers
in Gladworld hint that Steps were taken to banish Gladys to Oz because
of her appalling taste in Pap Music. Truth? Fiction? Hear'Say? |
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Gladys
Lazarus, Miracle.
After a catalogue of injuries which made Darren Anderton look like
Superman, Gladys has been miraculously cured! Look out for The Return
of Pasty Legs, coming to a pitch near you soon..... |
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Gladys
Baby Boom, Mother. Gladys
enjoyed involuntary breast milk expulsion so much that she's got herself
up the stick again! |
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Gladys
Mighty Atom, ex Manager.
Inch perfect, low to the ground and fast - like a racing snake. Gladys
has now recovered from Terrible Knee Knack and is once more zipping
up and down the wing in devastating fashion. Regular waxing is needed
to keep her streamlined and safe, although the rumours that her injury
occurred when she tripped over her untended bikini line are of course
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