Why am I not surprised? Pair of feckin wasters.
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Why am I not surprised? Pair of feckin wasters.
In 2007 I'd taken the missus and both my scrotes to Barca for the CL game. At about 4 on the day of the game my mate called me to tell me his mate was working on Dirk Kuyt's new house and he'd left two tickets for him at the hotel reception which I could go and pick up by pretending I was him. That's pretty tenuous.
Anyways we got there just as the team was leaving, and I took a pic of the kids with Rafa in reception, it's quite grainy coz my phone was crap but it's still a prize photo. What was mad was how calm he was, how cool he was about having the photo, every other red in Barca that day was in mild panic. Anyways, once the tickets were picked up we went into the bar and I was ordering drinks for me and the missus when that OIiver Holt person asked how I thought we'd get on, and I was all like we'd win by the odd goal (coz I'm a football genius) and him and Patrick Barclay and all the other dicks started laughing telling me how much we were gonna get ripped apart by Messi et al. But he did put the drinks on his room. Then all the jounos headed up the ground and we sat there drinking cocktails for a couple of hours, which I guess ended up on his bill too.
Anyways we got there just as the team was leaving, and I took a pic of the kids with Rafa in reception, it's quite grainy coz my phone was crap but it's still a prize photo. What was mad was how calm he was, how cool he was about having the photo, every other red in Barca that day was in mild panic. Anyways, once the tickets were picked up we went into the bar and I was ordering drinks for me and the missus when that OIiver Holt person asked how I thought we'd get on, and I was all like we'd win by the odd goal (coz I'm a football genius) and him and Patrick Barclay and all the other dicks started laughing telling me how much we were gonna get ripped apart by Messi et al. But he did put the drinks on his room. Then all the jounos headed up the ground and we sat there drinking cocktails for a couple of hours, which I guess ended up on his bill too.
I wonder if you could combine the Alan Kennedy tour with a go on Stig Inge Byornbye
My wife's auntie married a dutch guy and lives in Katwyk and they know Kuyt's family pretty well (the uncle is a member of the local football club, the Quick Boys, where Dirk initially came through). They got Dirk to sign a ball for me at a Quick Boys function.
My brother in law's mother in law's sister is married to Walter Smith. Tenuous enough for ye?
My brother in law's mother in law's sister is married to Walter Smith. Tenuous enough for ye?
I was once walking down a street in Dublin and saw Kevin Moran coming down the street, he crossed the road to the other side.
To this day I'm unsure if it was because of me or not.
To this day I'm unsure if it was because of me or not.
I had a bit of a run in with the big C a couple of years ago and long story short I got a phone call during my ordeal from John Hartson as he wanted to have a chat. (Hes a friend of my cousins supplier at work). Spent a half hour asking me about how things were going as he had been through the same thing as me. Then he posted out a signed copy of his book. It was a massive lift for me during a difficult time.
Even better again, the following summer when I had gotten through everything (thank god) I played a round of golf with the man himself at one of his charity outings (again organised by my cousin). Hes a sound man who by all accounts does lots of things like this for others. Its something that wont be forgotten in a hurry.
Even better again, the following summer when I had gotten through everything (thank god) I played a round of golf with the man himself at one of his charity outings (again organised by my cousin). Hes a sound man who by all accounts does lots of things like this for others. Its something that wont be forgotten in a hurry.
I've probably mentioned these before in various threads over the years...................
Got pissed in a pub in Manchester in 1994 and ended the night arm-in-arm with an equally drunk Roy Keane and Bernie Slaven (ex Midllesbro and ROI) singing the Neil Diamond song "We're going to America" in Gary Pallister's face (Ireland had qualified for the USA world Cup and England had missed out). Pallister did NOT see the funny side of this.
Paul McGrath was chatting up my girlfriend (who was working behind the bar) in a Dublin nightclub (circa 1986) and I ended up going down Leeson street with. We went to the most exclusive club (Strings) and he could barely stand up. He got on the dance floor and proceeded to lie down and start trying to bite people's ankles. The manageress, who I knew well, asked me to sort him out so I went over and dragged him back to the bar. 5 minutes later he was at it again; she came over again and said "Peter, if you don't sort him out I'm going to have to ask the 2 of you to leave". I necked my drink and said "Sorry Susan, he's not my problem, I'm off" and I went to a different club.
I sat beside Tom Finney at a Bury v Mansfield game about 15 years ago. My mate was invited as a guest as they wanted him to be the club surgeon. When we were shown to our seats I ended up beside Sir Tom whereas my mate got Neville fucking Neville. I refused my mates request to change seats 🙂
Music/football related.........the team I played for in Dublin were asked each year to organise a friendly match because the guys from Def Leppard (who moved to Dublin) wanted as game. We played a friendly between 1sts and 2nds and put 3 of them in the 1st team and 1 or 2 in the 2nd team to balance the teams. None of them were particularly good, the lead singer Joe Elliot was half-decent but very lightweight. Every year (the game was usually in October) they would invite us to their New Year's Eve party in some castle somewhere and told us they'd give us the details nearer the time but every year they "forgot".
Got pissed in a pub in Manchester in 1994 and ended the night arm-in-arm with an equally drunk Roy Keane and Bernie Slaven (ex Midllesbro and ROI) singing the Neil Diamond song "We're going to America" in Gary Pallister's face (Ireland had qualified for the USA world Cup and England had missed out). Pallister did NOT see the funny side of this.
Paul McGrath was chatting up my girlfriend (who was working behind the bar) in a Dublin nightclub (circa 1986) and I ended up going down Leeson street with. We went to the most exclusive club (Strings) and he could barely stand up. He got on the dance floor and proceeded to lie down and start trying to bite people's ankles. The manageress, who I knew well, asked me to sort him out so I went over and dragged him back to the bar. 5 minutes later he was at it again; she came over again and said "Peter, if you don't sort him out I'm going to have to ask the 2 of you to leave". I necked my drink and said "Sorry Susan, he's not my problem, I'm off" and I went to a different club.
I sat beside Tom Finney at a Bury v Mansfield game about 15 years ago. My mate was invited as a guest as they wanted him to be the club surgeon. When we were shown to our seats I ended up beside Sir Tom whereas my mate got Neville fucking Neville. I refused my mates request to change seats 🙂
Music/football related.........the team I played for in Dublin were asked each year to organise a friendly match because the guys from Def Leppard (who moved to Dublin) wanted as game. We played a friendly between 1sts and 2nds and put 3 of them in the 1st team and 1 or 2 in the 2nd team to balance the teams. None of them were particularly good, the lead singer Joe Elliot was half-decent but very lightweight. Every year (the game was usually in October) they would invite us to their New Year's Eve party in some castle somewhere and told us they'd give us the details nearer the time but every year they "forgot".
When I was a kid playing kickabout in the park Steve McMahon said to my Dad I'd be the next Rooney if I wasn't so fat
I've seen Ayre about loads, it's easy to smell him anywhere cos he smells like a Hugo Boss factory post-1945
He also told me Suarez wasn't leaving right before he got sold, the lying bastard. His mate also asked if I had any numbers
He also told me Suarez wasn't leaving right before he got sold, the lying bastard. His mate also asked if I had any numbers
Did you address him as Hair Klopp or just call him Jürgen?
It was all done through a third party, I only found out afterwards that my hair was a flop for Herr Klopp.
I was once doing a summer football camp thing (aged about 12) and we went up to United's training ground for a day to use their facilities. I'd spent the whole camp as a GK wanting to practice that with a coach and as an unexpected treat they took me out separately and I did a session with Mark Bosnich and one of the United GK coaches. At the time Bosnich was banned I think for his coke scandal but it was a great experience to do some drills etc with him, and just generally talk footy!
That's made me revise my opinion of that club (slightly) in a favourable direction. I feel dirty.
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