Line Up:
Rogers
Tom
Mark
Rob
Sean
Al
Irish Pete
Rich
The artist formerly known as Jim Amoruso
Match reporter Marrs
Goalie Michael
Al's mysterious pint drinking bird |
| With Champions League football on
the box it was off to London's premier nightspot Rosie McCanns!
Sadly for Steve (probably Man Utd's most northern based fan residing
in Stokey) it was the Chelsea game on the box so he did a runner. |
| Through to the back room we all
trudged joining two eastern european (or maybe Irish guys they're
all the same anyway) dropping shots into their pints, a couple
of chelsea fans and a rather nice young chap sporting a burberry
sweater and cockney accent but at the same time a keen Man Utd
fan. |
| It was a strong line up and the
beer soon started flowing - however many of the team thought their
drinks had been spiked when a young lady (who wasn't a barmaid)
entered the room and swept gracefully around the pool table to
greet manager Al! Not one to disappoint Al almost caused her to
slip off her seat - treating this young lady to a seamless performance
of offering to buy drinks seconds after a round had been bought
- textbook. |
| The game itself was pretty gripping
stuff but the real excitement was to arrive in the second half
with the introduction of a Barca substitute sporting beautiful
flowing blond locks held neatly in a feminine hair band -
Maxi Lopez....suddenly Jim Amoruso was entranced not daring to
look away from the tv for a second unless he missed a glimpse
of his new hero...within seconds of the final whistle Jim was
off publicly announcing he would now only answer to Maxi Jim'pez.
And with a flash he was off - pausing only briefly to snatch landlady
Kath's hair band before sprinting home via the local 24 hour store
to invest in some blonde hair dye, fake tan, razor blades and
moisturiser. "Now theres a man on a mission" commented
Sean - looking surprisingly well considering his medical emergency
only hours earlier.... |
| One person certainly not rushing
off was Mark - with the next day off work the big man was up for
a session - gingerly he struggled up onto the pool table and 'proudly'
announced 'If I haven't shat myself by the time I leave Rosie's
tonight I'll be a disappointed man'. With this Tom's eyes lit
up like a child spying father Christmas. |
| Soon the reds were taking on our
new best mate burberry clad Colin at pool. With Tom having consumed
about eight pints this had the potential to go pear shaped however
thankfully they were like two peas in a pod...now the Muppet of
the Match award was deemed not valid this week as nobody had a
complete mare - however this was until a rather drunken Al stumbled
up to the table as Tom smashed in the black - leaving a significant'
number of Burberry Colin's yellows on the table - or as Al sarcastically
slowly confirmed out loud "Jesus that's one.......two......three.....four.....erm
five.....six.....seven! Taxi for one...or perhaps an ambulance? |
| For Rob, Rogers and Match reporter
Marrs it was all becoming too much - a quick visit to the chippy
opposite - for the boys something resembling a battered sausage
and chips was the order of the day! This was a decision both Rob
and Marrs rued the following day suffering gentleman's room issues
as the following email discussion shows... |
| Marrs: "Lads god knows what
was in that battered sausage - I've had six proper sh*ts and its
only 2'oclock!" Rob: "Tell me about it the smell alone
made me consider visiting the doctor - as for what was down there
I daren't look" |
| As usual the 'hardcore four' - Al,
Sean, Mark and Tom were the last standing - as for exactly when
they left and what they got upto is anybody's guess however this
reporter isn't about to speculate or make up some fictionary tales
- its facts or nothing for match reports. Adios. |
