Barton's after the jump—a hit so clean and true it sends David Pleat into a[nother] confused daze.
It's got to be Bale, hasn't it? Pure wizardry from Dr. Cornelius.
[Editor's Note: A lot of the time, The Spoiler's "Britishisms" fly over our heads, but goddamn these are some nice goals.]
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