First game I ever took the bairn to. He was about 5yo v Coventry. A bad tackle went in & we never got the free kick & the crowd were giving it the big "the referee's a ****er". The lad's tugging on my coat & I knew what was coming. "Dad what's a ****er?" "Him there son in the black". "Aye dad but what's a ****er do?" "He gives bad decisions son". "OK dad". I dropped him off at his mams & she's asking him if he'd had a good time at the football. " Aye mam. We won 2-1 I think & we saw a ****er". I had his sister with him that day as well, she'd have been about 12 & she was almost peeing herself laughing. It took me some convincing of his mam to allow me to take him again.
Me and my sister were standing outside the SOL when Tore Andre Flo came in. My sister noticed he was walking with a limp and said " are you injured Tore you are walking with a limp" to which he replied " no I always walk like this" Could explain a lot ha ha!