Mental
day, was having it with Old Bill till about 5pm.
Forgot to put the bins out Friday morning so mum confiscated my season
ticket, but with me being 'in the know' I realised that is could be a
blessing as there is hardly any agro inside the ground, I once tried to
get to the away mob inside, had it with a line of stewards, before a
stand off ensued, their mob ran off, obviously didn't fancy getting done
... anyway, plotted up in our main boozer at 11am today, usual suspects
about, snook a few tins of special brew into the seating area, wasted
all my dinner money on Friday at school, 2 mars bars and a packet of
super sized twiglets. Anyway, was onto my third swig before manager
comes over, says to me "Get out you fat little scrubber, your not
coming in here drinking that shite" I got up and glassed him,
jumped up and down on his bollocks, before taking a few steps back to
let him know who I was .... he gasped as he realised I was firm, and not
just firm ... top lad ... he appologises and tells bar staff to lay a
free bar on for me and the lads, I looked round for the lads but
they weren't there, they must have missed me fighting an' that, but I
was by this time buzzing with excitement, i'd already had a ruck and it
wasn't even mid-day, also my 4 gram of charlie had been sniffed so I was
feeling euphoric ... someone was gonna be having it one way or
another.
2pm lads headed for the station, call had come through that 100
bushwackers had arrived at Grimsby station, lad on phone said they
looked a bit handy, rest of the mob said lets go do 'em, but I decided
it wouldn't be worth my while going, they'd all get slapped silly
anyway, they'd probably shit themselves when I appeared on the forecourt
with a bottle of becks ready to launch at them .... instead I headed for
the ground through the back streets of Grimsby.
By 2.20pm I was
approaching the Grimsby red light district, my boyish looks and Grimsby
charm were already in action, few pro's mused over my body wondering
whether to approach me ... but they didn't, they knew the state they
would be in after I'd have finished with them, and anyway, I'd have said
'no' because I have a bird called Faye, such a sweet and innocent girl
... she was down at the coach park opposite the ground bricking the away
coaches; I decided to make my way to the coach park see if there was any
potential off in the pipeline and maybe team-up with Faye and the rest
of the Grimsby slappers.
At 2.33 Millwall were
getting a police escort from the coach park into the ground, there were
a few lads I had my eye on, they looked a bit menacing, one had a
Millwall scarf and a match-day programme, I thought to myself ... I'm
having him ... I ran through the line of police and into the frey,
windmilling into action with my stanley, I knocked the lad into the curb
and started pummeling away on the top of his head, mmm violence, blood
was all over the gaff, he pleaded for me to get off him, but I was
having him good and proper, 8 police tried to prevent me doing any more
damage, but I easily held them off with brute force ... the lad had
collapsed on the floor, I had won, so slipped off quietly through a
secret passage, conveniently next to where the away lads were being
escorted, all the police didn't know where I'd gone, it must have been
all a blur .... was well impressed with myself, again not even as much
as a hair out of place and I'd just chinned their top lad, I went on the
blower to try tell of my scalp, but i didn't have any credit :(
Milling around during the actual game outside, looking to pick off a few
strays who had lost their way, nutted a couple of wall in the boozer
opposite the ground, told them to leave, they dropped their pints and
ran like Linford fucking Christie, they knew who I was and weren't
prepared to take a shoeing.
5pm, we had won 10 - 0, Wall were obviously pissed off, they came out of
the turnstiles in a massive group, they were 3,000 strong to the last
count. As you all know, I'm not big headed and don't like to boast, but
I'm not a one trick pony, I can win all my one on ones, but here I was
completely outnumbered 3000 to 1, yet I gave a very good account of
myself, and I'll put my neck on the line and say that I got a result.
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