финал Лиги чемпионов, 21 мая 2008 года: против Челси Манчестер Юнайтед

Now, I'm not a fan of football. But I am a fan of drinking. So, like most things in life, it's swings and roundabouts. If I wanted a few pints, I had to endure the loutish behaviour of some of west London's foulest... Indeed they were foul. But, like the proverbial diamonds in the rough, there were a few specimens on display that had the ability to lighten one's soul, with their mere presence.

Observe, if you will...

Fabio Capello, drinking a pint of stout and wearing nothing but a Chelsea Jersey and a wholesome grin. He brought me much entertainment last night, so much so that when he removed his belt, for reasons known only unto him, i sprang into action: sneaking up on him and whipping his trousers down around his ankles.

Oh how you blushed, Fabio... oh how you blushed!






This natty gentleman informed me that he had a £50 bet on United to win on penalties, he stood to win in excess of £5000. A truly beautiful human being, he had no qualms about dancing around a pub full of Chelsea Headhunters, cheering on their opposition. With a smile wider than a split melon, he promised to buy me a pint tonight, so I'm off to claim it shortly.













This is Den. I've known him since i was a young boy, a very noble and kindly chap. His wife is ill at the moment and it's been tough on him, caring for her. So much so that he now has a carer to care for him while he cares for his wife. That's a lot of caring, but he's a caring fellow. He didn't, however, seem to care that the pub was full of degenerates, he took it in his stride and told them to "pipe down" when required to.








I don't quite know what to make of this chap. He stood outside the pub for the duration of the match, smoking cigarettes. He didn't set foot inside once, just silently gazed through the doorway.

90 minutes in a shell suit jacket, in close proximity to a source of ignition? Reckless abandon!