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The Robin Friday story...
They don't make 'em like Robin any more.
At 16 he was caught by the police stealing a car radio and ended up in a reformatory: here he strengthened his physique and showed all his football talent in the prison team. After serving his sentence, he found his first contract as a footballer.
The period in his new club lasted a short time, just enough time to show off his entire repertoire on and off the pitch: he had enormous talent combined with a character that led him to be a womanizer, alcoholic and drug addict.
Reading bought him for 750 pounds. His debut in the championship was, according to the local press, "amazing". From here began an incredible crescendo: in a very short time he became the idol of the fans.
Everything seemed to be going well and yet his demons did not abandon him. In the third season he decided to literally drag the club to promotion to the third division thanks to his 20 goals.
Despite being the idol of the fans he was sold to Cardiff City.
On his debut, the opponent is Fulham, led in defense by former England pillar Bobby Moore.
Robin ridicules him, scoring two goals and "paying homage" to him with a squeeze to the testicles.
During the summer he falls ill with a mysterious virus that makes him lose over ten kilos. When he returns, the opponent is Brighton and his marker is stopper Mark Lawrenson, who does not spare rude tackles. This makes Friday so nervous that at the first opportunity he kicks Lawrenson in the face. He is obviously sent off, but instead of going to his own dressing room he goes to the opponents', looks for and finds Lawrenson's bag and defecates in it. Enough is enough; Andrews, the coach, removes him from the team. Friday, seeing himself excluded, at the end of the year announces his sensational retirement, at just 25 years old.
He ends up living in a council house in Acton, a stay that he alternates with a stay in prison.
On December 22, 1990, he was found dead in his London apartment due to cardiac arrest from an overdose at just 38 years old
They don't make 'em like Robin any more.
At 16 he was caught by the police stealing a car radio and ended up in a reformatory: here he strengthened his physique and showed all his football talent in the prison team. After serving his sentence, he found his first contract as a footballer.
The period in his new club lasted a short time, just enough time to show off his entire repertoire on and off the pitch: he had enormous talent combined with a character that led him to be a womanizer, alcoholic and drug addict.
Reading bought him for 750 pounds. His debut in the championship was, according to the local press, "amazing". From here began an incredible crescendo: in a very short time he became the idol of the fans.
Everything seemed to be going well and yet his demons did not abandon him. In the third season he decided to literally drag the club to promotion to the third division thanks to his 20 goals.
Despite being the idol of the fans he was sold to Cardiff City.
On his debut, the opponent is Fulham, led in defense by former England pillar Bobby Moore.
Robin ridicules him, scoring two goals and "paying homage" to him with a squeeze to the testicles.
During the summer he falls ill with a mysterious virus that makes him lose over ten kilos. When he returns, the opponent is Brighton and his marker is stopper Mark Lawrenson, who does not spare rude tackles. This makes Friday so nervous that at the first opportunity he kicks Lawrenson in the face. He is obviously sent off, but instead of going to his own dressing room he goes to the opponents', looks for and finds Lawrenson's bag and defecates in it. Enough is enough; Andrews, the coach, removes him from the team. Friday, seeing himself excluded, at the end of the year announces his sensational retirement, at just 25 years old.
He ends up living in a council house in Acton, a stay that he alternates with a stay in prison.
On December 22, 1990, he was found dead in his London apartment due to cardiac arrest from an overdose at just 38 years old
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We came back to our lakeside van yesterday and were greeted by the righteous noise of two adult male swans fighting it out to the death. This is what they do, and are renowned to be the most villeanous nastiest most violent Waterfowl on planet earth. Somewhat akin to what human beings are on the animal side of things.
After about five minutes of tusseling and wing biting and pecking and kneck wrestling I decided to step in as a crowd had now gathered. I could not get to them on the lake and all I had in my hand was a packet of Mcvities dark chocolate and a Hovis seeded batch, so thinking on my feet I quickly opened up the chocolate biscuits and lobbed about three in their general direction. Each biscuit hit the mark, but all to no avail as the melay of murder most fowl continued to it's final fruition.
After another ten minutes one of the swans appeared to get the upper hand and had grabbed it's opponant by the kneck and was climbing on top to drown it. A couple of young lads on the opposite bank were trying to reach out to them and then both swans came within their range.
He grabbed one of them by the kneck and led it onto the embankement. The other swan climbed out in persuit, so his mate stuck out his foot to stop and seperate it..
A passing car screeched to a halt accross the road wherupon a lady with tourretes went into a rage about kicking swans. All the other people on the embankement tried to explain that she had not seen the bigger picure of the death fight and was therefore not fit to pass comment (a bit like the pakistani bro's cowardly attack on the woman police officers at the airport)
After lots more fooking this and fooking that and fooking t'other, the Haven security team arrived, as all mayem was now breaking loose. The two swans seperated were now getting their breath back and watching the human contingency bringing it on. The human encounter was more a case of posturing, puffing and blowing than the actual swan fight itself, which would have resulted in the death of one of them as they tired. Those brave lads really did save the day.
Anyway I lost all my remaining chocolate biscuits as we went back to our van, the packet had been opened and I forgot so they all tipped on out. If there had not of been people around I would have picked them up and pocketed them as they were three quid from the rip off site shop. We had to have seeded toast for supper!
I never managed to film the encounter but this video's more or less a full replication of what took place.
After about five minutes of tusseling and wing biting and pecking and kneck wrestling I decided to step in as a crowd had now gathered. I could not get to them on the lake and all I had in my hand was a packet of Mcvities dark chocolate and a Hovis seeded batch, so thinking on my feet I quickly opened up the chocolate biscuits and lobbed about three in their general direction. Each biscuit hit the mark, but all to no avail as the melay of murder most fowl continued to it's final fruition.
After another ten minutes one of the swans appeared to get the upper hand and had grabbed it's opponant by the kneck and was climbing on top to drown it. A couple of young lads on the opposite bank were trying to reach out to them and then both swans came within their range.
He grabbed one of them by the kneck and led it onto the embankement. The other swan climbed out in persuit, so his mate stuck out his foot to stop and seperate it..
A passing car screeched to a halt accross the road wherupon a lady with tourretes went into a rage about kicking swans. All the other people on the embankement tried to explain that she had not seen the bigger picure of the death fight and was therefore not fit to pass comment (a bit like the pakistani bro's cowardly attack on the woman police officers at the airport)
After lots more fooking this and fooking that and fooking t'other, the Haven security team arrived, as all mayem was now breaking loose. The two swans seperated were now getting their breath back and watching the human contingency bringing it on. The human encounter was more a case of posturing, puffing and blowing than the actual swan fight itself, which would have resulted in the death of one of them as they tired. Those brave lads really did save the day.
Anyway I lost all my remaining chocolate biscuits as we went back to our van, the packet had been opened and I forgot so they all tipped on out. If there had not of been people around I would have picked them up and pocketed them as they were three quid from the rip off site shop. We had to have seeded toast for supper!
I never managed to film the encounter but this video's more or less a full replication of what took place.
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Minnesota has 11,842 lakes.
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Worst school project ever....
Barcon
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Ontario has over 250,000 lakes.
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Holy shit !!