@FellTop was given the run around by a big overweight geriatric Kenny Burns in a football match, whilst @Ozzymac beat a 20 stone athlete in a long jump.
My claim to fame is playing on Oldhams plastic pitch for SAFCSA and was slide tackling every where. I left the pitch with knees like a chainsaw massacre and as I looked up Roger Palmer was applauding. The Oldham Supporters Association had put on a spread for us in a local pub. However, a few of us went out on the town after the game and were warned that we must be back as the coach was leaving bang on time. We had a bit ructions that night, as one of the Oldham lads met us in town for the first beer and told us where to get the last bus back to where we needed to be to catch our coach home. We eagerly awaited for the last bus and loads of Oldham lads turned up with the aforementioned dick head in front. There was only about 8 of us, so one of the lads came out of a McDonalds hoying milk bottles at them and another lad, who we thought was a bit quiet, ran into them and floored the ring leader who had befriended us. That set the tone arms and legs everywhere and about 4 us ended up together as the cops split everyone up. We obviously had no idea where we were, knew we had missed the coach so we ended up getting a taxi to Manchester airport and hiring a car to get home, although we had to wait a few hours for them to open. My knees stuck to my jeans all the way home and I still have the faint scars
So my sporting achievement is playing footy on a professional pitch, one round of boxing, a 100m sprint and hurdles over safety barriers, all in on event. My very own Quadrathlon.
My claim to fame is playing on Oldhams plastic pitch for SAFCSA and was slide tackling every where. I left the pitch with knees like a chainsaw massacre and as I looked up Roger Palmer was applauding. The Oldham Supporters Association had put on a spread for us in a local pub. However, a few of us went out on the town after the game and were warned that we must be back as the coach was leaving bang on time. We had a bit ructions that night, as one of the Oldham lads met us in town for the first beer and told us where to get the last bus back to where we needed to be to catch our coach home. We eagerly awaited for the last bus and loads of Oldham lads turned up with the aforementioned dick head in front. There was only about 8 of us, so one of the lads came out of a McDonalds hoying milk bottles at them and another lad, who we thought was a bit quiet, ran into them and floored the ring leader who had befriended us. That set the tone arms and legs everywhere and about 4 us ended up together as the cops split everyone up. We obviously had no idea where we were, knew we had missed the coach so we ended up getting a taxi to Manchester airport and hiring a car to get home, although we had to wait a few hours for them to open. My knees stuck to my jeans all the way home and I still have the faint scars
So my sporting achievement is playing footy on a professional pitch, one round of boxing, a 100m sprint and hurdles over safety barriers, all in on event. My very own Quadrathlon.
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