Posted January 17, 200916 yr 2 minutes to go - losing - no nails left - GOOOAAAAAAALLLLLL. Come on boys there's still time, 4 minutes added on. GO ON FRANK - GOOOOOAAAALLLL. I turned to the bloke who sits next to me, all 6ft 2 and 17 stone of him and lifted him clear off his feet whilst his legs flapped like a cartoon character. The walk back to Earls Court had the lovely warm feeling that only an exhilirating win can bring. I was walking up Finborough Road with a stupid grin on my face and glancing into peoples houses as I went past them. There's be the occasional couple eating there dinner at the table; another window had a bloke hacking away at his computer and then? Well I couldn't believe my eyes. There was this rather attractive, very well endowed young lady sitting bolt upright in her bed with nothing on and reading a book! Well I never saw the f**king lamppost did I? Need a new pair of glasses now!!
January 17, 200916 yr 2 minutes to go - losing - no nails left - GOOOAAAAAAALLLLLL.Come on boys there's still time, 4 minutes added on. GO ON FRANK - GOOOOOAAAALLLL. I turned to the bloke who sits next to me, all 6ft 2 and 17 stone of him and lifted him clear off his feet whilst his legs flapped like a cartoon character. The walk back to Earls Court had the lovely warm feeling that only an exhilirating win can bring. I was walking up Finborough Road with a stupid grin on my face and glancing into peoples houses as I went past them. There's be the occasional couple eating there dinner at the table; another window had a bloke hacking away at his computer and then? Well I couldn't believe my eyes. There was this rather attractive, very well endowed young lady sitting bolt upright in her bed with nothing on and reading a book! Well I never saw the f**king lamppost did I? Need a new pair of glasses now!! Was she reading CHELSEA FC THE OFFICIAL BIOGRAPHY by any chance
January 17, 200916 yr Author Was she reading CHELSEA FC THE OFFICIAL BIOGRAPHY by any chance Can't say I took any notice of the book........
January 17, 200916 yr Can't say I took any notice of the book........ I'm surprised that you noticed that she had a book.
January 17, 200916 yr Author Never mind the book wasnt it a bit early for her to be in bed reiding a book Not for me she wasn't.........though the bump on my head might care to differ.
January 17, 200916 yr Not for me she wasn't.........though the bump on my head might care to differ. Was that the only bump you had
January 17, 200916 yr My story is nowhere near as entertaining, but I was just as excited. :P (well, maybe not THAT kind of excited) Was nervous as hell and inconsolable until the first goal which I celebrated with a yelp and some clapping and fist pumping. When the second one went in I started yelling at the top of my lungs, my girlfriend joining in with me, and smashed the top of a big tub of cheese doodles as I cursed the hell out of stoke and their team of donkey bar stewards good times. Today was one of those times youre reminded why you love football :P Edited January 17, 200916 yr by TheWestwayWonder
January 18, 200916 yr 2 minutes to go - losing - no nails left - GOOOAAAAAAALLLLLL.Come on boys there's still time, 4 minutes added on. GO ON FRANK - GOOOOOAAAALLLL. I turned to the bloke who sits next to me, all 6ft 2 and 17 stone of him and lifted him clear off his feet whilst his legs flapped like a cartoon character. The walk back to Earls Court had the lovely warm feeling that only an exhilirating win can bring. I was walking up Finborough Road with a stupid grin on my face and glancing into peoples houses as I went past them. There's be the occasional couple eating there dinner at the table; another window had a bloke hacking away at his computer and then? Well I couldn't believe my eyes. There was this rather attractive, very well endowed young lady sitting bolt upright in her bed with nothing on and reading a book! Well I never saw the f**king lamppost did I? Need a new pair of glasses now!! Mate you do need new Glasses...that was my Nan you were looking at, and it wasn't a book she was knitting.. my Grandad called the old Bill
January 18, 200916 yr Geezer thats a story Del Trotter would be proud of , brilliant. :D My stream went so i turned on final score , depressing hearing 3 miniutes left and Stoke are on their way to their first away win of the season . I didnt want to know anymore . Then my young lad calls out 1-1, Beletti , so a bit more upbeat knowing we havnt lost to a sh*t team at the Bridge. They were reporting on a match when i heard Garth [ MR KNOW IT ALL] Crooks in the background comment , oh no , they've scored , in a very disappointing tone of voice , im thinking . Who's scored '?? and i just knew it was us . Back to the studio, que Ray Stubbs , 'Lets go back to Stamford Bridge , and a GOAL ' . the longest 2 seconds of my life , then it came over the speaker, Chelsea have just won it , didnt wait for the rest , q dance around the kitchen , frightened dog scurrying for somewhere to hide , wife running down stairs, i f**ked every bar steward who texted me towards the end of the game and almost brought down the phone network with replies.at 4.50 . A great end to an afternoon that looked like ending in tears.
January 18, 200916 yr I think my favourite part was watching the players celebrate. :D I wanted to hug Scolari too Edited January 18, 200916 yr by PloKoon13
January 18, 200916 yr next time, be sure and have your camera! Seconded. I really want to know what that book is now.
January 18, 200916 yr i was at home in the garage doing a oil change on me vespa, had radio on all one way traffic, and i thought i bet stoke score as we are not putting our chances away, say no more o-1 stoke! and as the mins ticked by i sat there and thought work monday,, mobile non stop piss take, stokes first away win in the prem, nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, then 1-1 u you beauty yesssssss that will do, happy with that, then lamps i went mental, knocked over a pot of oil but i didnt care, love it, got tickets for f.a.cup counting down the days.... CAREFREE TILL I DIE
January 19, 200916 yr I have a Saturday story :-) I 'd been for a pizza for lunch at some Italian in Putney before the match (bare with me it does explain my behavior) . it was the first time in a long time I had not driven (my car is the garage) so I had a bottle of red.... because I speak a little Italian, (it always helps), they started giving me free Zambocca's (spelling) .. Anyway by the time I got to the ground, via another Bar I had that lovely 3 o'clock glow of, you know, you have had too much but it is keeping out the cold and I am at the Bridge and everything is right with the world. (Viva the 3 o'clock Sat Kick off's) ....skip to the end (After a couple of those nasty plastic Heinekens at half time) .. when Belletti scored. I was kind of... so you think this makes things better. When Lamps scored.. I can’t recall what happened, but my mate convinced me that I know have a huge amount of kudos.. Basically One minute I was going mental the next I was in the row in front of my seat flat on my back with some bloke looking straight at me saying "are you alright?" ... I was fine, but I woke up Sunday morning with a badly sprained wrist about twice the size of the other one. I can only assume that is was from the fall because I don’t recall leaving the ground or the ensuing evening.
January 19, 200916 yr 2 minutes to go - losing - no nails left - GOOOAAAAAAALLLLLL.Come on boys there's still time, 4 minutes added on. GO ON FRANK - GOOOOOAAAALLLL. I turned to the bloke who sits next to me, all 6ft 2 and 17 stone of him and lifted him clear off his feet whilst his legs flapped like a cartoon character. The walk back to Earls Court had the lovely warm feeling that only an exhilirating win can bring. I was walking up Finborough Road with a stupid grin on my face and glancing into peoples houses as I went past them. There's be the occasional couple eating there dinner at the table; another window had a bloke hacking away at his computer and then? Well I couldn't believe my eyes. There was this rather attractive, very well endowed young lady sitting bolt upright in her bed with nothing on and reading a book! Well I never saw the f**king lamppost did I? Need a new pair of glasses now!! So a pair of late ones followed by a pair of great ones? - It's what Saturday afternoons are all about aint it? :lol:
January 19, 200916 yr lovin the stories so far I have a Saturday story :-)I 'd been for a pizza for lunch at some Italian in Putney before the match (bare with me it does explain my behavior) . it was the first time in a long time I had not driven (my car is the garage) so I had a bottle of red.... because I speak a little Italian, (it always helps), they started giving me free Zambocca's (spelling) .. Anyway by the time I got to the ground, via another Bar I had that lovely 3 o'clock glow of, you know, you have had too much but it is keeping out the cold and I am at the Bridge and everything is right with the world. (Viva the 3 o'clock Sat Kick off's) ....skip to the end (After a couple of those nasty plastic Heinekens at half time) .. when Belletti scored. I was kind of... so you think this makes things better. When Lamps scored.. I can’t recall what happened, but my mate convinced me that I know have a huge amount of kudos.. Basically One minute I was going mental the next I was in the row in front of my seat flat on my back with some bloke looking straight at me saying "are you alright?" ... I was fine, but I woke up Sunday morning with a badly sprained wrist about twice the size of the other one. I can only assume that is was from the fall because I don’t recall leaving the ground or the ensuing evening. Next time smash something plastic when you go mental, andy. It goes over much better the next day :lol: p.s. doesnt the route from Putney to the Bridge go past Craven Cottage? edit: nevermind. terrible memory. Just looked at a map and its not even close Edited January 19, 200916 yr by TheWestwayWonder
January 19, 200916 yr Only football can do this to you me and my son where writing our season off we won't win nothing and a few other words #'#'#' and the next we going loopy, football fans so fickle?
January 24, 200916 yr Author I have an update for you on the well-endowed young woman. Seeing how so many of you wanted to know what book she was reading I took the trouble of knocking on her front door after todays game. Much to my surprise she answered it (fully clothed dammit!!). Once I'd convinced her I wasn't Jack Nicholson's character in The Shining wielding an axe (well if she'd answered the door wearing the same as last week I might have had a chopper in my hand!), I managed to persuade her to tell me what book she was reading. I can now officially announce she was reading 'The Afghan' by Frederick Forsyth. When I asked her whodunnit she shut the door in my face.
January 25, 200916 yr I have an update for you on the well-endowed young woman. Seeing how so many of you wanted to know what book she was reading I took the trouble of knocking on her front door after todays game. Much to my surprise she answered it (fully clothed dammit!!). Once I'd convinced her I wasn't Jack Nicholson's character in The Shining wielding an axe (well if she'd answered the door wearing the same as last week I might have had a chopper in my hand!), I managed to persuade her to tell me what book she was reading.I can now officially announce she was reading 'The Afghan' by Frederick Forsyth. When I asked her whodunnit she shut the door in my face. :D im a bit dissapointed though, i was hoping you could erm, "size" the situation up, if you know what i mean...
