That picture would be a very beautiful thing. Whatever you do though - escort Barry to Wembley, make sure he gets his ticket and an additional pint or three, whatever - I have one piece of advice for you. Dont try to sneak a hip flask full of expensive rum into Wembley.
Strange thing is, that’s the first time i have ever been stopped anywhere. Not even customs and i once came back into the country in the 90’s looking a complete wreck and without a passport. Was so pissed I lost it between countries. Took my name and address, then waved me through. They found it later and dropped it off to my house the next day(which was very nice of them). Even called an American customs officer “a bit thick” and fully explained why. No problem, through you go, not even a pat down.
Go to Fulham though and get treated like a criminal. Don’t they understand quality, despite the affluence all around them? No sane person would question my disbelief at the suggestion i “tip it on the floor”.
I’m driving down. The missus is driving me back, so being on the beer is no problem. We’re achieving multiple objectives. Young Adult Unit #1 has not been well lately, needs a big ginger hug, so ms pap is being deployed to the target area,
Barry has been to meetups before, but famously fucked off somewhere completely different for the last Wembley appearance.
Theories abound as to why this might be the case. Was it a power play, an attempt to get the Sotonians mountain to move to one of the biggest critics of followers of Muhammed? Or was it simply that it was a big occasion, Bazza’s fair weather fan mates are all hardcore EDL types, all wanted to go, and he knew the jig would be up the minute we clapped eyes on them?
I don’t see the some of the people I used to go to the game with and there are alot, also people from Southampton as well, its difficult to catch everyone but I would like to meet up sometime tomorrow defo.
Turn up tomorrow, I’ll buy you a pint and listen to you telling me how shit it is, compared to up north. I won’t laugh, swear, or even yawn, through the whole sad diatribe.
I will insist that you show at least a small amount of hope for the game (it’ll do you good).