peteblue
Welcome back Wayne
I hope Bungs and Mick have a real swell time.
Jealous here lads.
I just hope Mick treats him gently tbh.......
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I hope Bungs and Mick have a real swell time.
Jealous here lads.
I hope Bungs and Mick have a real swell time.
Jealous here lads.
I am jealous aswell mate.I hope Bungs and Mick have a real swell time.
Jealous here lads.
I've seen plenty of his pictures on here but it'll actually be decent to put a proper face to the name and all his crazy stories. He's a decent guy at heart I reckon.
come on Everton.I hope Bungs and Mick have a real swell time.
Jealous here lads.
thanks mate.I hope we win for you c man.
40 miles away from craven cottage, think we are on m40 just past Slough
okay mate keep us posted please.40 miles away from craven cottage, think we are on m40 just past Slough
what you having tea I am having scouse.40 miles away from craven cottage, think we are on m40 just past Slough
Yes she's coming to West Ham. She likes West Ham because of the film Green Street so she's really excited.
On the coach again and we’re getting nearer. I’m excited now. I was worried a bit at first because of my run in with the racists the other day, but this time I’m prepared. I’m wearing an old A-Team t-shirt on which Mr T is quite prominent and looking very surly, there’ll be no prejudice now, not on his watch haha crazy fools.
My bird is listening to her tunes on her ipod. She’s got a weird habit of doing this every time I turn to talk to her.
My mind drifts off to Everton teams of the past. I think about what it must have been like to play at the old Wembley in a cup final. I see myself stepping up to take a penalty against the RS. “Mick-Mick-Mick” the crowd are chanting in unison, “Mick-Mick-Mick”. I stare at the keeper, he stares back, then gradually, slowly at first, he morphs into a giant jammie dodger.
“Mick-Mick-Mick” the crowd chants. I run up and f**king tw*t that ball as hard as I can and it soars through the air and hits the goalie right slap bang in the middle of his strawberry jam centre. He explodes into fireworks and a shower of toffees rains down on the stadium. Unbelievable stuff.
My teammates surround me “Mick-Mick-Mick” they are saying, and one of them is jabbing me hard in the ribs. I wake up suddenly to my bird poking me in the ribs, “Mick, Mick, Mick, do you want a go of this spliff?” she asks. There is a thick cloud of ganja smoke surrounding us. “No thanks” I reply, and I suddenly have a very weird craving for jammie dodgers and some toffees.
I make my way up to the driver and demand he stop at the next services so I can buy some sweets. He gives me some lame excuse about not stopping again before we get to London. I have to use all my powers of persuasion to convince him and at the same time let him catch a little bit of my Mr-T-shirt just so he knows I mean business. He relents, and stops, I’m the only one hungry though so I get off the coach alone. I see a hard shoulder and nothing more. When I turn around to ask the driver where the services are, the doors close, and the bus drives off.
“London 34 miles” a sign says. I start to walk. The A-team theme tune fills my head.
hi mate how you tonight.I just read that to my wife but I kept laughing in the wrong places because I knew how it ended. Great stuff!
hi mate how you tonight.