The old VAMOS UNITED post fell a bit flat on its arse, didn't it?
Despondent, I went on an extended lash with my mate Sean, eventually making it home at 'fuck knows o'clock.' If I'd been told the next day that I'd got a lift home on a magic carpet, I still wouldn't have remembered it. To rub salt into the wounds, the missus gave me the total blank for 48 hours, which was, incidentally, about how long it took my bowels to regain normal movement.
Football... fucking love it, I do!
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