Haha, there's always gotta be someone who wants to break down the barrier between the physical realm and the online realm. You people are nothing but boxes of text to me, and that's how it will stay.
I'm only messing about. It's the sort of football banter people have in real life so I thought I would put it on here. It is a good pub though
For me to have a few glasses of beer before the game would ruin the whole match experience for several rows of spectators in the Kingsland Stand and probably lead to me getting a great deal more verbal abuse than usual and possibly being thrown out of the ground again. The very lovely Mrs Godders was furious with me over that the last time and said she had never felt so embarrassed. I told her that I didn't like being called a daft old sod and nothing but a bloody nuisance. She said I should have ignored them but that is in not in my nature. The minute the lads in the row behind me started being abusive I could hear my Dad saying "always hit them first and hit them hard son". Well I tried to hit the nearest bloke when the steward grabbed a hold of me. When all of this bloke's mates started laughing at me I was ready to try and hit the bloke again but by this time the Steward and his mate had dragged me down the steps and into the concourse. I tried to resist but they had lifted my feet off the ground and my feet were kicking in the air. The police Sargent was quite nice about it all and told the very lovely Mrs Godders to take me home and not bring me back to a match again until I had cooled off and could control my temper. It was then that I learned that you shouldn't swear at a policeman although I must say that the little cell they have under the Northam stand is quite clean and comfortable. I still don't know to this day how the magistrate had the nerve to fine me £100 for a Breach of the Peace and to warn me as to my future behaviour. What was worse was the magistrate got quite cross when I said he should have charged those lads with theft as they had taken my walking stick and had used it to try and trip me up. Having to pay that fine for contempt of court really hurt as I only have a small pension. And now the very lovely Mrs Godders will only let me renew our season tickets if I make a solemn pledge to behave myself and never again drink half a pint of stout before a game. So the answer is no I will not be joining you for multiple pints of beer I shall be sticking to my flask of bovril instead but thanks for the invite. The moral of this story is ................ I'll leave you to decide upon that.
