f*** me. The Font and Firkin was chocka full of plastic mancs. Admittedly drnk and chang can make a Brighton fan quite perky and I gave a few renditions of "I support my local club" but I left with a few Chelski mates after the game and then realised I'd left my jacket in the pub.
I went back to get it and some plastic manc **** was sitting on it. I asked (politely) for it. He hugged me. and shouted in my ear "We Won!!!!
I said I don't support the f***ing Manure and neither did he as he was clearly some Guildford born glory seeking tosser who cared enough to buy the top but not actually go to the games. The sod took a swing at me so for one of the rare times in my adult life I had a pop back. And got kicked out the pub.
I f***ing hate plastic mancs. Really, really hate them.
I f***ing hate plastic mancs. Really, really hate them.
I said I don't support the f***ing Manure and neither did he as he was clearly some Guildford born glory seeking tosser who cared enough to buy the top but not actually go to the games. The sod took a swing at me so for one of the rare times in my adult life I had a pop back. And got kicked out the pub.
I f***ing hate plastic mancs. Really, really hate them.
They must have loved the Manchester WhiteSox winning the Euro Face Off Championship Superbowl Moscow Leg.
Did the pub go mental when Wayne Ronaldo got that head volley past the goal tender?? I reckon Ryan Carrick was their favourite player on the night, and voted him MVP