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Gym (Not like Daveyboy but better)

Browns in Tudor Square about 1pm (Beers)

Sit in Peace Gardens in the Sunshine

Dressed in top clobber

Make sure there is no nonsense from Bristol

Tram to Shakey (Beers)

Match (Beers)

Barracks on the way home (Beers)

Town (Beer)

wee wee off wife

Put Grandkids to bed

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0930 leave LE14

1045 arrive at parents

1115 leave parents

1200 drop Dad at pub and go park car

1215 meet Dad in pub

1400 walk to the ground via burger van

1430 go in the ground and let the good times roll

1900 get home and tell wife off if dinner isn't ready

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Sit in wakefield hotel room until 11

drive to hillsborough

sit around for a couple of hours on my own like a sad tw@

go into ground and sit by myself like a sad tw@

watch game

Drive home 130 miles on my own like a sad tw@

get home and wife will call me a sad tw@

sulk

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I'm gonna wake up still drunk, blinking at a ceiling I don't recognise, turn over and see a fit topless bird who I also don't recognise, then I'll say 'friggin hell, not again' & jump out of bed & start collecting my clothes from the bedroom floor.

I'll walk out on to a non descript suburban street doing the walk of shame in my dancing shoes & I'll then interrupt a game of street football between some local urchins in anoraks. A few of them will get nutmegged. Standard.

The camera will then cut to me standing up on the tram getting a smile from foxy lass. I'll probably just be putting a *** behind my ear at this point. Looking cool but dishevelled.

After that I'll pop in to the bookies & exchange brief pleasentries with a bloke who looks like Craig Cash or a similar northern character. He will have a definite air of hero worship for me about him. He'll probably ask I fancy a pint later & I'll be non committal. I'm cool remember.

Then you'll see me walking down to the ground in a leather jacket. To a northern soul soundtrack. Maybe I'm on my way...

When I get to the ground I'll walk around the blue track & get called back by a familiar sounding Portuguese voice, I'll turned round & see a face I'd not seen in the flesh for a while.

'Are you still playing son?' he'll ask.

'Me?' I'll say, 'I haven't played since schools football'

He'll tell me I'm a liar.

'You're a liar, I saw you play 5 a side at The Aqua Marina hotel in Albufeira in 2009 for the Cosmos holiday reps team against Airtours, those Airtours boys thought they were the dogs danglers til you showed up'

I'll squint & look in to the middle distance before exhaling loudly.

'That was a long time ago Carlos'

'Can you start on the bench for me today? See how it goes? I might not need you but...'

I pause for thought, I wonder if I can resist but I never can, he always bloody convinces me & I fall for the Mediterranean charm. Again.

Next thing I know I'm on the bench in Stevie Mays kit that's 3 times too small & stinks of Highland Toffee.

Wednesday are 1-0 down in 69th minute & Big Dave pulls his hammy.

'Its time lad' says the portugeezer.

I come off the bench & some how manage to fluke a hat trick with both feet & a diving header. All from our half.

We win 3-1.

After the game he asks me if I'll sign a contract.

As he asks me I spy the girl from last night carrying some bin bags from the catering kiosk.

'I can't' I answer, 'I've got a date tonight'

He'll tell me that doesn't make sense but I won't listen. I never do.

The last you'll see of me is walking hand in hand with the bird with my knees muddy & socks rolled down in to the park.

I actually lol'd at the highland toffee line.

Tremendous work

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The things you do to watch Wednesday

Yesterday - have argument with the Mrs as away on holiday and i want to go to game

Today - win battle but no doubt lose the war

4.15 - Drive from Southwold to Lowestoft

5.02 - train to Ipswich (bugger a week early

6.43 - on train to London

Train to Leighton Buzzard

Taxi home

Drive to game

Probably lose

Drive home

Spend night in dog house

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0930 leave LE14

1045 arrive at parents

1115 leave parents

1200 drop Dad at pub and go park car

1215 meet Dad in pub

1400 walk to the ground via burger van

1430 go in the ground and let the good times roll

1900 get home and tell wife off if dinner isn't ready

You are brave in company Sam

In our house if I am late it is dinner in bin

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I'm gonna wake up still drunk, blinking at a ceiling I don't recognise, turn over and see a fit topless bird who I also don't recognise, then I'll say 'friggin hell, not again' & jump out of bed & start collecting my clothes from the bedroom floor.

I'll walk out on to a non descript suburban street doing the walk of shame in my dancing shoes & I'll then interrupt a game of street football between some local urchins in anoraks. A few of them will get nutmegged. Standard.

The camera will then cut to me standing up on the tram getting a smile from foxy lass. I'll probably just be putting a *** behind my ear at this point. Looking cool but dishevelled.

After that I'll pop in to the bookies & exchange brief pleasentries with a bloke who looks like Craig Cash or a similar northern character. He will have a definite air of hero worship for me about him. He'll probably ask I fancy a pint later & I'll be non committal. I'm cool remember.

Then you'll see me walking down to the ground in a leather jacket. To a northern soul soundtrack. Maybe I'm on my way...

When I get to the ground I'll walk around the blue track & get called back by a familiar sounding Portuguese voice, I'll turned round & see a face I'd not seen in the flesh for a while.

'Are you still playing son?' he'll ask.

'Me?' I'll say, 'I haven't played since schools football'

He'll tell me I'm a liar.

'You're a liar, I saw you play 5 a side at The Aqua Marina hotel in Albufeira in 2009 for the Cosmos holiday reps team against Airtours, those Airtours boys thought they were the dogs danglers til you showed up'

I'll squint & look in to the middle distance before exhaling loudly.

'That was a long time ago Carlos'

'Can you start on the bench for me today? See how it goes? I might not need you but...'

I pause for thought, I wonder if I can resist but I never can, he always bloody convinces me & I fall for the Mediterranean charm. Again.

Next thing I know I'm on the bench in Stevie Mays kit that's 3 times too small & stinks of Highland Toffee.

Wednesday are 1-0 down in 69th minute & Big Dave pulls his hammy.

'Its time lad' says the portugeezer.

I come off the bench & some how manage to fluke a hat trick with both feet & a diving header. All from our half.

We win 3-1.

After the game he asks me if I'll sign a contract.

As he asks me I spy the girl from last night carrying some bin bags from the catering kiosk.

'I can't' I answer, 'I've got a date tonight'

He'll tell me that doesn't make sense but I won't listen. I never do.

The last you'll see of me is walking hand in hand with the bird with my knees muddy & socks rolled down in to the park.

This is the best thing i have ever read.

And i've read all the Potter books.

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Set off from Oxford 7am, arrive Sheffield about 9-30, breakfast at Bragazzi's, meet a few mates in the Forum, then off to Kelham Island, park up, a few beers on the way to the ground. Watch the game from the North, then back to Kelham Island. A bit of food in the Milestone, then into town. Staying over, so might check out that new bar Picture House Social. Looking forward to it

Excellent selection of eateries and hostelries in there. Good work.

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Crown before

Match

1867 lounge and/or rawson after

Town

Casino

Gutter

Ba is officially my hero, I hope one day to be like him

Me:

Get up

Go to work

Make 60 pairs of glasses

Listen to the footie

Go out and get blasted after work in retford.

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I'm gonna wake up still drunk, blinking at a ceiling I don't recognise, turn over and see a fit topless bird who I also don't recognise, then I'll say 'friggin hell, not again' & jump out of bed & start collecting my clothes from the bedroom floor.

I'll walk out on to a non descript suburban street doing the walk of shame in my dancing shoes & I'll then interrupt a game of street football between some local urchins in anoraks. A few of them will get nutmegged. Standard.

The camera will then cut to me standing up on the tram getting a smile from foxy lass. I'll probably just be putting a *** behind my ear at this point. Looking cool but dishevelled.

After that I'll pop in to the bookies & exchange brief pleasentries with a bloke who looks like Craig Cash or a similar northern character. He will have a definite air of hero worship for me about him. He'll probably ask I fancy a pint later & I'll be non committal. I'm cool remember.

Then you'll see me walking down to the ground in a leather jacket. To a northern soul soundtrack. Maybe I'm on my way...

When I get to the ground I'll walk around the blue track & get called back by a familiar sounding Portuguese voice, I'll turned round & see a face I'd not seen in the flesh for a while.

'Are you still playing son?' he'll ask.

'Me?' I'll say, 'I haven't played since schools football'

He'll tell me I'm a liar.

'You're a liar, I saw you play 5 a side at The Aqua Marina hotel in Albufeira in 2009 for the Cosmos holiday reps team against Airtours, those Airtours boys thought they were the dogs danglers til you showed up'

I'll squint & look in to the middle distance before exhaling loudly.

'That was a long time ago Carlos'

'Can you start on the bench for me today? See how it goes? I might not need you but...'

I pause for thought, I wonder if I can resist but I never can, he always bloody convinces me & I fall for the Mediterranean charm. Again.

Next thing I know I'm on the bench in Stevie Mays kit that's 3 times too small & stinks of Highland Toffee.

Wednesday are 1-0 down in 69th minute & Big Dave pulls his hammy.

'Its time lad' says the portugeezer.

I come off the bench & some how manage to fluke a hat trick with both feet & a diving header. All from our half.

We win 3-1.

After the game he asks me if I'll sign a contract.

As he asks me I spy the girl from last night carrying some bin bags from the catering kiosk.

'I can't' I answer, 'I've got a date tonight'

He'll tell me that doesn't make sense but I won't listen. I never do.

The last you'll see of me is walking hand in hand with the bird with my knees muddy & socks rolled down in to the park.

 

My mom works in the catering kiosk, 

 

do you know her as well? 

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You are brave in company Sam

In our house if I am late it is dinner in bin

All bravado.

I'll probably get home, say sorry for working away all week and then spending all day at the footy.

I'll ask her if she still loves me.

Probably grovel a bit.

Go upstairs to get changed, look out the window and see the milkman climbing over the back fence.

Collapse into the foetal position and weep.

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