I bet he hasn't got the correct metaphorical license to drive it either, it's plain fucking dangerous!
You're right there
ok, so teams came and parked the bus at the County Ground last season but this bus is something very different
Our future is now bound with one loner (Paolo Di Canio) who roams the post-apocalyptic wasteland beyond the magic roundabout, up and down the motorways and service stations in search of gasoline so he can... I guess just keep driving. This mad loner seems to be without a soul, or any feeling for his fellow man.
One day he corners an agent (Darren) who tells him about a refining community (West Ham) besieged by a gang of ruthless, savage outlaws of low intelligence (the Pox, led by Eric Read).
Thirsty for the large amount of fuel this community has, Paolo barters his way inside. To his dismay, the community led by Fat Sam has no plans to let him just take the fuel and run. They use him to provide them with a vehicle "big enough to haul that fat tank of gas", and by the climax, Paolo is driving the fuel through a gang of about fifty yellow savages looking to take it for themselves.
Paolo inspires fear and passion in equal measure but when his own men doubt (even the formerly loyal Scot named Caddis) they are ruthlessly abandoned.
Repeatedly banned by the authorities, Paolo can barely walk, but he knows he's his tribe's only chance as he leads them to break free, for ever, of the horribly mutilated yellow savages with the refining community's precious players, intimidated away, to confront a tribe in dissaray but known menacingly as the monkey hangers