Doya, Paper Doylie, Travolta (see walking style a-la Saturday
Night Fever - all he needs is the can of paint).
STRIP:
varied, generally the darker the better for Doya, just like his
sense
of humour.
HAIR:
Likened to a thatched cottage.
PLAYING STYLE:
Allergic to work from an early age, and a notoriously bad
timekeeper (once slept in on a 12-8 shift), Martin is surprisingly
reliable
when it comes to the footy, and despite the slouching stance, and
inconsistent stuttering running style, works his ass off for the team.
Stopped playing for several months due to a tragic masturbating accident
-
still wears strapping on his wrist as a warning to all the kids out
there -
never try a ham shank whilst doing a handstand. In scuba-diving gear.
It's
not big and it certainly isn't clever. Very rarely shouts, unless he's
steaming drunk, when he gets (very) abusive.
FAVOURITE TIPPLE:
Vodka, tequila, whsky, morgans spice, lager, irn-bru.
All
in the same glass.
PITZ APPS:
200.
GOALS:
400.
CAREER HIGHLIGHT:
The nearly man of Pitz football, Doya has appeared in
all
the competitions without actually winning a thing, generally by his own
admission played his best football whilst in the infamous
McQuillan-Doyle-Campbell midfield trio, before McQuillan turned sh*te,
and
Doya turned to women, wine and song.
Famed for making an impromptu guest appearance at the RSA Christmas do
last
year, where he...ahem...settled a few old scores. Also, at another RSA
do,
meandered his way to his managers desk before promptly vomiting on the
keyboard. Pitz Legend.
