Been on the piss the night before and started early doors in a boozer in Heywood as we set off to Ipswich about 94ish.
That journey is effin hours on a coach, but more beer flowing so most of it became a blare. Got in a boozer down there about 1 and carried on downing the ale. We started a game of killer on the pool table, then it was my shot.
I wobbled to the table, lined my cue up and then it happened....followed through and i don't mean with the white ball.
About 15 pints exploded out of my back end, while i was still addressing the table.
Que laughter and some vomitting from the rest of the lads.
I have never felt so homesick as i did in my deflated state in some shabby pub bog in East Anglia that day.
It might not seem like an injury but if it happened to any of you, you'd be fuckin wounded.
PS yes i got cleaned up and went the game commando.
Funnily enough i'd got a ticket for the Ipswich main stand, so blended in quite well with the "Tractor Boys"
That journey is effin hours on a coach, but more beer flowing so most of it became a blare. Got in a boozer down there about 1 and carried on downing the ale. We started a game of killer on the pool table, then it was my shot.
I wobbled to the table, lined my cue up and then it happened....followed through and i don't mean with the white ball.
About 15 pints exploded out of my back end, while i was still addressing the table.
Que laughter and some vomitting from the rest of the lads.
I have never felt so homesick as i did in my deflated state in some shabby pub bog in East Anglia that day.
It might not seem like an injury but if it happened to any of you, you'd be fuckin wounded.
PS yes i got cleaned up and went the game commando.
Funnily enough i'd got a ticket for the Ipswich main stand, so blended in quite well with the "Tractor Boys"