With the boxes packed and collected and the students all in Nottingham spening what was left of their money, I managed to get away to the nearest pub ten minutes before half time. "What's the score?" I texted my brother as I left the campus gates. "1-0. All over them," came the quick reply. "Get in! Nolan," went the next message, and I was still a hundred metres from the pub. "Three!" he texted as I opened the door.
Fortunately, Andy Carroll had saved the best for last. Where are your painted bedsheets now, Villa fans?
3 comments:
some of the Berlin Toon Army only joined us at half-time, fearing that they'd missed all the fun.
Glad 'that boy Carroll' saved some for them...
Happy Sunday.
Barring the obvious, that couldn't have happened against a better team.
Snigger :)
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