Roberto Mancini and Mario Balotelli were up to some wonderful capers today as they had to be separated during a heated scuffle that could also be a Mediterranean dance we don't know about.
You've all seen the pictures by now so I'm not going to put any up because first of all they'd be expensive and secondly what's the point? You already know what happens here. Balotelli made a bad tackle on someone, Mancini told him to fuck off and then they started having a fight since Roberto seems to think he's actually Mario's Dad. He's not his Dad by the way, he's his boss. If my boss tried to fight me at work I dunno what I'd do. Come to think of it, if anyone tried to fight me I don't know what I'd do actually. It's a conundrum that I haven't really ever come across because I'm not a secretly violent retard like people who have fights are. If I had to guess my fighting style however, I'd probably say this