I got married that day at 3pm, her side are all irish rags and was baiting me like fuck before the wedding. All my mates were at the game so i was pretty much on my own apart from my dad and the best man, a bury fan.
Got all the bollox out of the way and got the driver of the roller to put the match on the radio on the way to the reception. 2-0 up, buzzin but i`m keeping my powder dry just in case.
After the speeches people start to drift in for the night doo and tell me the result and then BOOM! all my mates come bursting through the door pissed out their heads singing "best team the land and all the world"
That was it! I thought fuck it and joined in.
Picture it, me suited and booted stood in front of twenty or so bladdered Blues singin to a room full of gobsmached rags! Waiting for fireworks but nothin, managed to calm my mates down and turned out to be a crackin night.
Gutted i missed it but turned out to be one of the best days of my life, Still married after 24 years because that day my wife wore a sky blue garter with my old skool pin badge on it, Just for me.