Boss win and well-deserved. Enjoying the victory. Just wanted to share a quick story. Before kick-off tonight, I experienced a full blast of some serious Gooner whooper banter. My son brought his schoolmate home, a known Gooner, and there's been some tetchy schoolyard needling between them that's become a bit annoying.
They wanted to play PlayStation, and I had to step up and make dinner for them. The thing was that the kid has a multitude of allergies so not exactly easy. Despite the tensions between the boys, Mrs Astaire and I have tried to keep it light, understanding it as typical banter between 11-year-olds. Know what I mean?
Anyhoo around 7ish, after making sure the mate was okay with his allergies, his dad came to pick him up. Surprisingly I got no thanks for the meal preparation, Instead just a bold prediction about Chelsea beating Liverpool tonight. Serious whopperness.
"You lot are going to get stomped tonight. Chelsea are in form and you lot will be found out.... I'm so confident I whacked £20 on a City, Arsenal and Chelsea all to win Just need Chelsea to do it.;... But I know they will..... If they fucking draw I'll be gutted..... ".....
I was left dumbfounded, as I had expected at least a courteous acknowledgment of the effort I made to not put his kid in a coma.....
Obviously I couldn't help but think he had just jinxed the fuck out of it. Happily (of course) I didn't say anything in the moment, but I'm seeing him tomorrow. Can't decide whether to thank him or mock the fuck out of the douche..... How people don't understand these things is beyond me...😛