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I was pretty pissed by the end of the night. We stayed in the pub and drank our sorrows away.
Which reminds me;
Some mouser prick (actually a local rugby fan that only shows up for the big mouser games and has never been near Anfield) sat behind us in the pub (not a fucking peep out of him all game) suddenly found his voice AFTER the full time whistle.
He sneered at my mates and I, "That's you lads going home early so." I very nearly lost it with the crunt I have to admit, somewhat embarrassed...
I replied, "Do we look like Utd fans to you?"
He popped back with "What's your problem?"
I replied, "I said DO WE LOOK LIKE UTD FANS TO YOU, DICKHEAD?"
He actually said, "Alright, calm down." Swear to God!! 
We all broke our holes laughing and starting yapping "Calm down! Calm down!", and he promptly upped and fucked off. 
Good thing too because I was on the verge of just smacking the crunt, and, all bollix aside, I know how to smack someone, having practised kick boxing for the last ten years or more (I'm not a psycho, just that an old footy manager of mine got a few of us into Tai Chi and KB as great training aids because of the full body work out etc - the ability to land a good one is a kind of happy by-product if ever needed, I suppose).
Anyway, I am pretty embarrassed that at the age of 40 I was on the verge of twatting a twat over a game of football. 
*The above reference to Utd fans is relating to the fucking tornado effect that Irish fairweather Utd fans create upon mass exodus of a pub if they lose. Any of the Irish lads on here will corroborate this.*
Which reminds me;
Some mouser prick (actually a local rugby fan that only shows up for the big mouser games and has never been near Anfield) sat behind us in the pub (not a fucking peep out of him all game) suddenly found his voice AFTER the full time whistle.
He sneered at my mates and I, "That's you lads going home early so." I very nearly lost it with the crunt I have to admit, somewhat embarrassed...
I replied, "Do we look like Utd fans to you?"
He popped back with "What's your problem?"
I replied, "I said DO WE LOOK LIKE UTD FANS TO YOU, DICKHEAD?"
He actually said, "Alright, calm down." Swear to God!!
We all broke our holes laughing and starting yapping "Calm down! Calm down!", and he promptly upped and fucked off. Good thing too because I was on the verge of just smacking the crunt, and, all bollix aside, I know how to smack someone, having practised kick boxing for the last ten years or more (I'm not a psycho, just that an old footy manager of mine got a few of us into Tai Chi and KB as great training aids because of the full body work out etc - the ability to land a good one is a kind of happy by-product if ever needed, I suppose).
Anyway, I am pretty embarrassed that at the age of 40 I was on the verge of twatting a twat over a game of football.
*The above reference to Utd fans is relating to the fucking tornado effect that Irish fairweather Utd fans create upon mass exodus of a pub if they lose. Any of the Irish lads on here will corroborate this.*
Anyway, I am pretty embarrassed that at the age of 40 I was on the verge of twatting a twat over a game of football.
dont be embarassed m8, my old man rang me from italy after the game as him and my mum are in lake garda. he managed to get in a row in a bar with some chelsea and had to be pulled away by my mum. HES ON FUCKING HOLIDAY
