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|TownFish Posted on 31/10/2012 00:38|
8/52 Reading away by Mr Black
|Edited On: 31/10/2012 00:43|
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|19 August 2000|
The day commenced with Melksham's finest doing what they do best - excreting bodily substances into a container. After G****'s splendid showing we made our way to a hostelry and, erm, drunk some lager.
Then off to the station and (eventually) onto a bus and into the ground. Just had time to have another pint then took what little seating was left. Went mental when we scored, didn't realise for about 5 minutes that it had been disallowed. Reading scored, I swore, half time came. Another two pints which overlapped with the start of the second half. Someone informs me that Reading have scored again. I didn't hear a XXXXXX thing. Watch the next ten minutes on the telly. Finally get a seat near the front. Swindon play XXXXXX appallingly. Leave just before the end.
Then the XXXXXX coppers inform us that we'll be walking the 48 miles back to the station. Get kept waiting for another half hour for a train before being herded into one carriage a la holocaust.
Back to Sunny Swindon and everything from there is a blur.