at gatwick last monday. asked him the usual - he isnt injured, he smurked at my suggestion of coming back to us as he still enjoys playing at portsmouth. nice bloke though
I have a claim to fame where Mr Hreidarsson is concerned... Back when he was at our club in around 2004 I was on Brighton pier with the missus, and they had a football game where you paid two quid and had to kick two out of three balls through numerous holes in order to win the obligatory crap stuffed toy. I arrived at the game just as a certain Mr H was about to have a go… Anyway, I watched as he managed to hit the target with the last of his three balls. So I couldn't resist... up I went and paid my two quid. Mr H was watching intently as I tucked away the first two balls. A little over confident by now I opted to have a pop with my far from magical left peg. I swung it like a novice golfer would swing a 9 iron, and to my amazement I actually made good contact for once. Yet the ball went nowhere near the target, instead I only succeeded in almost decapitating the poor soul running the attraction. Who judging by the look on his face obviously weren’t at all prepared for the missile heading his way . Mr H was proper cracking up, as was everyone else in the vicinity!! Anyway, I had the last laugh as my missus was now the proud owner of a ‘Fred Flintstone’ cuddly toy… . We had a little chat and he was a thoroughly jovial and approachable bloke. I cant remember much of our conversation other than reprimanding him on playing for Palarse, and that we were in total agreement on Selhurst Park being an absolute cack hole. He offered to cough up for a re match but I politely declined by saying that I was more than happy with a narrow 1:0 win over a Premiership footballer, thank you very much… After all that the icing on the cake as we were walking away was my missus uttering the immortal words… ‘Is he a footballer then’… I’m not with her for her brains… .
my girlfriend sorta did the same - "who was that?", "that was the hermanator", "oh ok". even after explaining it all, still "oh ok". she initially thought i was starting a fight when he walked past and i go "herman?". she thought i said it as an insult as he walked across my path.
Very amusing thread - I'm already grinning like a loon this morning and this just made it even better.
Haha- I played that game. Was just before the water log (and next to the pub if I remember)! I won about 4 giant donkeys on it and then got told I couldn't play anymore. Worse was I insisted on taking them all back with me on the train to East Croydon.
