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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!!

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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

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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

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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

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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.

:rolleyes:

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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

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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.

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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:

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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

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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.

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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...

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