Went down to Bridgend, with my Missus today to visit my son and his new(ish) wife train down about 11:00 some civilised nosh and a few drinks jumped on the 4:30 train and got into Cardiff 5'ish (a fire at Cardiff Central) My Missus wants to go to Sainsburys, so I "volunteer" to go straight home and feed and walk the dogs...............nothing to do with the football being on honest 
Anyway I'm waiting for the bus, and quite a few Welsh fans are walking down Wood St on their way in to town from the CCS, a woman and a boy about 10 are walking past.
"Excuse me love" says I "what was the result?"
Well the kid flys at me
"What's it got to do with you........if you had any interest you would have been at the game"
"Well I had stuff to do" says I
"Excuses, excuses" he says
"I've not missed a Wales game at home since I was five......and only two away games, people like you who pretend they are interested are stupid........even if you couldn't go it was on the radio"
By this time we've attracted a knot of people, his mother is trying to shut him up, but a few lads who had obviously had a few beers are egging him on (nothing menacing or malicious, just banter)
Things like
"go on son you tell him"
and
"yeah you should be ashamed of yourself"
"call yourself a football fan"
loads of stuff like that.
His mother was clearly embarrassed and managed to shepherd the kid away.
Had a laugh with the lads, and then the bus came.
I was sat on the bus and thought to myself, if he'd been a bit older I could have given the cheeky little ****er some of his own medicine.
But then again could I?
No for two reasons
1/ I would probably have been lynched.
and
2/ and most importantly in my heart of hearts........I knew he was right.
Anyway I'm waiting for the bus, and quite a few Welsh fans are walking down Wood St on their way in to town from the CCS, a woman and a boy about 10 are walking past.
"Excuse me love" says I "what was the result?"
Well the kid flys at me
"What's it got to do with you........if you had any interest you would have been at the game"
"Well I had stuff to do" says I
"Excuses, excuses" he says
"I've not missed a Wales game at home since I was five......and only two away games, people like you who pretend they are interested are stupid........even if you couldn't go it was on the radio"
By this time we've attracted a knot of people, his mother is trying to shut him up, but a few lads who had obviously had a few beers are egging him on (nothing menacing or malicious, just banter)
Things like
"go on son you tell him"
and
"yeah you should be ashamed of yourself"
"call yourself a football fan"
loads of stuff like that.
His mother was clearly embarrassed and managed to shepherd the kid away.
Had a laugh with the lads, and then the bus came.
I was sat on the bus and thought to myself, if he'd been a bit older I could have given the cheeky little ****er some of his own medicine.
But then again could I?
No for two reasons
1/ I would probably have been lynched.
and
2/ and most importantly in my heart of hearts........I knew he was right.
quality