Picture the scene:
It is the second half and the Albion have a throw in on the far side midway into the Leicester half. Jarrett (I think) darts down the line beyond the line of defenders and the ball is thrown his way.
"He's well offside" I hear from the Seagull-ette behind me, seemingly blatantly unaware that YOU CAN'T BE OFFSIDE FROM A THOW-IN.
Imagine my surprise, my shock, my horror and my huge disappointment when I later saw that this was none other than our own Lush.
I thought she was one of us. A blokey sort of bird who likes beer, farting and football. As such it was expected she would know the rules - at least one such as this.
Today, my life is a sadder place. An illusion has been shattered. And shat on too.
It is the second half and the Albion have a throw in on the far side midway into the Leicester half. Jarrett (I think) darts down the line beyond the line of defenders and the ball is thrown his way.
"He's well offside" I hear from the Seagull-ette behind me, seemingly blatantly unaware that YOU CAN'T BE OFFSIDE FROM A THOW-IN.
Imagine my surprise, my shock, my horror and my huge disappointment when I later saw that this was none other than our own Lush.
I thought she was one of us. A blokey sort of bird who likes beer, farting and football. As such it was expected she would know the rules - at least one such as this.
Today, my life is a sadder place. An illusion has been shattered. And shat on too.