We were proper pissed and all got back to their digs after, but of course nothing happened - of the three of us back at their digs one colleague about my age retired leaving just me and a teenage geek (lives in Chingford but supports Orient rather than the Spuds) struggling to fight off the tiring effects of snakebite. His lack of sobriety was cramping my style so I took the words of one of the few Spuds fans I have any time for - Bob Marley - 'he who fights and runs away lives to fight another day'. I dragged myself and the teenage geek to the bus stop but was wise enough to arrange the rematch.
Basically knowing they were tourists said 'you know there is a big football match tomorrow - let me show you a bit of authentic British culture' to which they agreed.
After 45 minutes today I was feeling the kind of twat that I wasn't banking on. For any non footballing American ladies there was nothing from the 1st half to get excited about. Then another assimilated american friend of theirs turned up - three ladies and just me - she was a football convert and wanted to know how to get tickets.
The second half and a few ice breaking beers later brought the dividends of football excitement and underlining the point of what we british lads find so exciting. They seem to be converts to our cause boys and they're three lonely american ladies (one for every point we took today hahahaha!!!) spending Xmas in a strange city with a kind hearted gooner in a 'festive' mood and plenty of drinking days between now and Jan 1. Today I was a footballing missonary, hopefully pretty soon I'll assume another missionary position altogether.
If you think today was alright tomorrow I'm going bingo with an ex who was a former lapdancer.
If this sounds like shallow boasting on my part I plead guilty your honour, but then there were many nights in 2007 that consisted of a pot noodle and a *****, so why not make hay while the sun shines
.I don't like xmas much - one year a bird with model looks who I was 'close' with got cancer, two years running I got the shits, my nan and aunt died over xmas one year after the other, it's cold, it never snows, it rains and there's about two hours daylight, it's expensive, etc, etc.......
This year the gods might be smiling on us. Merry xmas and as father christmas said to the three prostitutes - Ho, Ho, Ho!
