Evening.
Just got back in from the wedding and I have news.
I now hate modern footballing ponces even more than I did previously.
(And I already had no time for them or people of their ilk.)
Let me explain.......
It turns out that my wife's brother's (the Groom) step-son is a life-long friend of some bloke called Ben Marshall who plays football professionally for a team called Blackburn Rovers.
He pitched up at the reception tonight with his entourage and took over a corner of the room, before proceeding to hold court like something out of a Cecil B DeMille biblical epic, dispensing wisdom and autographs to the assembled throng, amid a general aura of complete fantasticness.
(I know that's not a word, I just made it up.)
What a prick........
Being a bitter Bolton fan of a certain age, I waited 'til I saw him going for a wee (in the public bogs like a normal person!) and followed him, with a view to engaging him in conversation and establishing if he was actually as big a twat as I'd already decided he was.
I wasn't let down.
"Good game today?" I asked.
"Yeah, Huddersfield were shite and we battered 'em." said he, whilst Tweeting from The Stones of Piss to his followers about how great he was or some bollocks, "Jordan missed a pen, but we fucking battered 'em anyway. You a fan.......?", he then casually enquired.
"I support Bolton" I said quietly (but with my chin held high and a defiant tone in my voice.)
This was greeted with a snort of derision and the following comment:
"Fucking Bolton! Shower of shit! Not even our local rivals anymore. Bolton...? Ha ha haaa!"
Unfortunately for Ben, the last bit was overheard by three regulars of Farnworth Cricket Club who had just entered the bogs as he was finishing his anti-Bolton polemic.
No idea if they knew who he was, but they certainly enjoyed convincing him that Bolton fans don't take that kind of thing lightly......
Wanker.
I suspect he may not be fit for selection for Blackburn's next game.........
Just got back in from the wedding and I have news.
I now hate modern footballing ponces even more than I did previously.
(And I already had no time for them or people of their ilk.)
Let me explain.......
It turns out that my wife's brother's (the Groom) step-son is a life-long friend of some bloke called Ben Marshall who plays football professionally for a team called Blackburn Rovers.
He pitched up at the reception tonight with his entourage and took over a corner of the room, before proceeding to hold court like something out of a Cecil B DeMille biblical epic, dispensing wisdom and autographs to the assembled throng, amid a general aura of complete fantasticness.
(I know that's not a word, I just made it up.)
What a prick........
Being a bitter Bolton fan of a certain age, I waited 'til I saw him going for a wee (in the public bogs like a normal person!) and followed him, with a view to engaging him in conversation and establishing if he was actually as big a twat as I'd already decided he was.
I wasn't let down.
"Good game today?" I asked.
"Yeah, Huddersfield were shite and we battered 'em." said he, whilst Tweeting from The Stones of Piss to his followers about how great he was or some bollocks, "Jordan missed a pen, but we fucking battered 'em anyway. You a fan.......?", he then casually enquired.
"I support Bolton" I said quietly (but with my chin held high and a defiant tone in my voice.)
This was greeted with a snort of derision and the following comment:
"Fucking Bolton! Shower of shit! Not even our local rivals anymore. Bolton...? Ha ha haaa!"
Unfortunately for Ben, the last bit was overheard by three regulars of Farnworth Cricket Club who had just entered the bogs as he was finishing his anti-Bolton polemic.
No idea if they knew who he was, but they certainly enjoyed convincing him that Bolton fans don't take that kind of thing lightly......
Wanker.
I suspect he may not be fit for selection for Blackburn's next game.........