i remember it well,couldnt go to the game cos we were on holiday in the norfolk broads,we had one of those big cruiser boats out for the week,cost an arm an a leg!
anyways there we were just floating under a bridge at wroxham with a large can of lager in one hand an the other on the steering wheel,the missus reading a book about crap, an the radio full on tuned into wembley,by this time i had drank quite a few cos city were being city,so i wasnt in the best of moods...
when we got one back i thought fuck it ,typical!,an continued down the river following some other muppets,one of whom,i could see wearing a bin dippers shirt,an then it happened.....
foookiiiiiiiing ellll!!!! we ve fooking actually gone an fookinggg sssscccoredddddddddd.............
well i tell ya,the fooking boat nearly turned over as i let go the steering wheel an jumped into the air screaming like a an absolute loon,the missus nearly fell overboard at the shock,an the boat was rocking from one side to the other,while all you could see was this nutter running up an down the roof as though his arse was on fire,hahahaha
the two boats in front stopped an turned around to see if we were in trouble,but we kept on sailing along past em ,with me screaming at the bin dipper an singing any city song i could,haha,all this was going on ,on the quietest part of the norfolk broads,where people were having picnics etc,it was surreal to say the least!!!
we moored up at the pub later an evryone was laughing cos of what happened an the landlord actually bought us a bottle of wine to celebrate,although i didnt really need much more booze....i always reember that paul dickov made waves that day on the norfolk broads...QUALITY!!!!
