DTS
The Business
After a very kind offer from Sussex Blue to drive to Swansea we agreed a meet time for the two of us and Smudger to meet. 8am at the station next to my flat was ideal for me.
Decided to have a quiet night the night before but after a few beers and the fact my mates hairdresser that I have been dying to shag for weeks was out didnt get home till 2am.
Drive down to Swansea was pretty easy for the three of us. Only real excitement came when we stopped at a service station that resembled a prisoner of war camp. Hairdresser from last night texting me dirty comments all the way - The omens were good.
Smudger had a hot lead on a pub which was also to be frequented by the Shrimperzone FC express. Dispite Smudgers directions and after a tour the length and breath of South Wales we found the pub beating the SZFC party by 10 mins.
Time for a quick pint and placed my food order. Asked Lee Trundle look-a-like waiter for recommnedation. He suggested the mixed grill - Mainly as it was by far the dearest thing on the menu the greedy *******. I opted for Johns Lucious Hotpot which was a bit of a trade descreption on a few fronts as it was neither Lucious or Hot.
Was gutted when I saw Scriv and Ninja had a curry that looked lovely. Later met John of said Hotpot fame and was shocked as he had brown finger nails. Began to wish I had brought sandwiches.
Mens toilets in the pub has a quait reminder to locals that taking young girls into the toilet was not permitted. Needed a pony and toilet door and had no lock.....Great.
Opted for the park and ride which was fine.Missed one coach by a few seconds but no problems another one was soon to follow. Sadly the driver of this coach had never been to Swansea before or hated all things English as he dropped us right outside their boys pub leaving the three of us to run a gauntlet of Leeks and Inbreds.
Smudger and I decided a few pints were in order once in the ground. We did have 20 mins before kick off after all. Didnt go to well for Smudge as a massive skin head knocked into him while attemtping to head an inflateable sheep as he took his first sip and sent half a pint down him.
Now hadnt been planning on going Swansea till Smudge mailed me in the week. As he is mates with Scriv he said he would make the call and sort tickets. Now I dont know what he has done to Scriv in the past but Dave got his own back by placing the two of us in the very bottom left hand corner of the away end. Right next to the charming Swansea fans.
We were in fact the first line of defence between us and them. Starting to look like a bad day in Bosnia.Had at anyone time 50 blokes offering me out if I looked into the corner. Delightful.
Wont talk about game as loads covering that.
Final whistle went and Smudger and I decided to charge for the front right by the players. Managed to fall over a cut my knee but being a trooper carried on and got right by front of players.Inches from getting Juppys shirt but as he is sweatiest man in football maybe that is not a bad thing.
Moved further up the stand to join in celebrations. Got a massive hug from Shooter and London Fatso. Saw the AAS boys and we decided to start a congo which must hve spread to 200 odd men.I was the front man which was great.
Few more drinks below stadium and loads of cheering. Saw CS J who almost lifted me off my feet and Chalkwell Blue who looked like he was about to cry with delight.
Made car for half six and was asleep within seconds. Woke up and convinced mysel we were back in Mid-Sussex sadly it turned out to be Swansea still - Cue disappointment.
Got back home for 10am and was out in Brighton for 10.30pm. Managed to upset my best mates,finances matron of honour which should make a good wedding next momth. Spilt a pint down the fittest bird in the club and also made fatal error at half time of texting my best mates bird rather than the hairdresser with a message about what I am going to do to her when I next see her. Clue hours of pi$$ taking from my mates.
.....Who cares...The Blues are going up. Cheers DtS.
Decided to have a quiet night the night before but after a few beers and the fact my mates hairdresser that I have been dying to shag for weeks was out didnt get home till 2am.
Drive down to Swansea was pretty easy for the three of us. Only real excitement came when we stopped at a service station that resembled a prisoner of war camp. Hairdresser from last night texting me dirty comments all the way - The omens were good.
Smudger had a hot lead on a pub which was also to be frequented by the Shrimperzone FC express. Dispite Smudgers directions and after a tour the length and breath of South Wales we found the pub beating the SZFC party by 10 mins.
Time for a quick pint and placed my food order. Asked Lee Trundle look-a-like waiter for recommnedation. He suggested the mixed grill - Mainly as it was by far the dearest thing on the menu the greedy *******. I opted for Johns Lucious Hotpot which was a bit of a trade descreption on a few fronts as it was neither Lucious or Hot.
Was gutted when I saw Scriv and Ninja had a curry that looked lovely. Later met John of said Hotpot fame and was shocked as he had brown finger nails. Began to wish I had brought sandwiches.
Mens toilets in the pub has a quait reminder to locals that taking young girls into the toilet was not permitted. Needed a pony and toilet door and had no lock.....Great.
Opted for the park and ride which was fine.Missed one coach by a few seconds but no problems another one was soon to follow. Sadly the driver of this coach had never been to Swansea before or hated all things English as he dropped us right outside their boys pub leaving the three of us to run a gauntlet of Leeks and Inbreds.
Smudger and I decided a few pints were in order once in the ground. We did have 20 mins before kick off after all. Didnt go to well for Smudge as a massive skin head knocked into him while attemtping to head an inflateable sheep as he took his first sip and sent half a pint down him.
Now hadnt been planning on going Swansea till Smudge mailed me in the week. As he is mates with Scriv he said he would make the call and sort tickets. Now I dont know what he has done to Scriv in the past but Dave got his own back by placing the two of us in the very bottom left hand corner of the away end. Right next to the charming Swansea fans.
We were in fact the first line of defence between us and them. Starting to look like a bad day in Bosnia.Had at anyone time 50 blokes offering me out if I looked into the corner. Delightful.
Wont talk about game as loads covering that.
Final whistle went and Smudger and I decided to charge for the front right by the players. Managed to fall over a cut my knee but being a trooper carried on and got right by front of players.Inches from getting Juppys shirt but as he is sweatiest man in football maybe that is not a bad thing.
Moved further up the stand to join in celebrations. Got a massive hug from Shooter and London Fatso. Saw the AAS boys and we decided to start a congo which must hve spread to 200 odd men.I was the front man which was great.
Few more drinks below stadium and loads of cheering. Saw CS J who almost lifted me off my feet and Chalkwell Blue who looked like he was about to cry with delight.
Made car for half six and was asleep within seconds. Woke up and convinced mysel we were back in Mid-Sussex sadly it turned out to be Swansea still - Cue disappointment.
Got back home for 10am and was out in Brighton for 10.30pm. Managed to upset my best mates,finances matron of honour which should make a good wedding next momth. Spilt a pint down the fittest bird in the club and also made fatal error at half time of texting my best mates bird rather than the hairdresser with a message about what I am going to do to her when I next see her. Clue hours of pi$$ taking from my mates.
.....Who cares...The Blues are going up. Cheers DtS.
