For some unknown reason, our college rugby team (For all you unknowing Americans, rugby is assentially a tough version of your football) has allways shown up to their matches in suits and tuxedos, its partly an intimidation tactic, and partly tradition for our college. Anyway, our team was facing a rival 'upperclass' college from the north and as they approached to shake hands and what-not before the start of the match, the captain came out with that shit, "You can smell poverty..." in a long drawn out snobby accent.
Long story short the shit hit the fan.
We destroyed them, we ground them into the dirt like the self righteous arseholes they are, but it wasnt a good match, the ball was really just there if there wasnt anyone else left to hurt.
The competition didnt end on the pitch either, there is a 'gang war' going on between the two colleges now, thanks to that arsehole now I have to fight some servants on the way to college. (Because obviously they arent going to fight themsleves, they will get their servants to fight us.)
