Working! I worked for a 'car dealership' .
The boss was a massive red.
He and 3 others went to the Cl final in midweek (for younger Bluemooners the CL final was played on Wednesday!), so I never thought it'd be a problem.
I'd asked for the weekend off to go to Wembley, after the Wigan game.
Bitter tw&t said 'no'.
Listened to it on one of the car radios and I'd walked away at as injury time started.
One of the lads called kept listening.
I was running around shouting at the top of my voice. Didn't care.
Every time we beat the red ********* I think of that prick and hope he's choking on his Jack Daniels (used to think he was a proper JD drinker when we went out! I reckon he poured it in the plant pots!)