Sunday, October 21, 2007



Sunday morning and I awake to a horrible smell and taste. I have virtually gassed myself. I get up, get cleaned, get a full cooked fry up and then over to the football match.



Oddly though there is less football playing and more pushing, shoving, kicking of each other, punches to the face and general fighting on the pitch. The opposition ought to be ashamed of themselves for having to lower the tone of the game to so fistecuffs. The ref should obviosly had null and void the game and gone home. At one point I thought there was going to be a riot. The fight even came to spectators and the ref told Andy Poade he was going to get his team into seriuos trouble. Bring back Bill Poade is what I say.....




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