It was a while ago and my son was about seven years old. We were playing Stoke just before Xmas and it was one of his first games. We had bought him a table football set and all was going well until he burst into a refrain of " you dirty northern bastards". His mum said right, he is not going with you to football again. I wanted to tell her that he did have a point, but I thought that was not the wisest course of action in the world. It could have been so much worse, I cringed to think what he could have said!
He still goes, so this post does have a happy ending.
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How old was he then?
A little voice shouts from the back "Postman Pratt"
Cue one of the biggest lectures I've ever had from my Mum. Still to this day, I've not sworn in front of my daughter and still dont know where she picked it up from but she obviously heard me say it at some point.
Then the ex-wife came in and my daughter repeated it. The ex didnt speak to me for a week and divorced me 4 months later.
Kids eh.
My mate said it was all he could do to not crash the car
You get to London Bridge train station and encounter loads and I mean loads of intimidating Millwall fans, your standing on the platform surrounded by them , and try to keep a low profile when your son turns to you and says ' what are they saying on Charlton Life Dad' the ground could have opened up.
Joe said daddy who is that team I said that's millwall he said they are rubbish dad ain't they to which I burst out laughing and said yes mate they are
1 of them got a bit upset with my response and wanted a pop and said a few bits
His mates told him he was being a div and to turn it in and apologised as he was being a div
He also had heard people on the way to arsenal one year singing Ashley cole is a chelsea batty boy
And on the tube home started singing it and there was a tube full of Chelsea who saw the funny side fortunately
After thinking about it, she said "Daddy you're like Nanny aren't you" I asked her what she meant. She replied "Nanny can't hear very well either"
The people sitting near me were cracking up. Luckily she didn't bring it up when I got home.
when i was about 5 or 6 i got one for xmas. boxing day i took on my dad and uncle and as i was beating them they decided to sneakily hold the bar of my goalie that poked through their side. after i had let a couple of feable goals in, i noticed what they were doing.
apparently yelling 'LEAVE MY F@3KING GOALKEEPER ALONE' isn't how i should've dealt with it.
''sit down shut up'', I was pissing myself, and then I heard the shout of ''Grandad this is all your fault!''.
I keep telling him what he hears at football stays at football, but it did make me laugh!
Pity Mehmets daughter going to Welling. Weather was crud on Saturday.
Some of their fans saw my colours in the car and starting shouting "Dirty Southern Bastards" at us, to which I rolled down the car window and shouted "F@£K OFF". My Mum disapproved and my Dad told me to wind the car window back up, but I could swear he had a big smile on his face. I was about 12 years old I reckon.
Happy Days
Anyway, we all went round his gaff to 'donate' a right old mixture of old and new for his kids. My sister, bless her, then decided to tell him that 'we are giving these toys to you because my Dad said you are poor'! Priceless.
They are al good mind you but that one is brilliant.
I performed my complacently liberal duty and told him.
"Hmm," he said. "Why are there all these flavours?"
Other bloke in toilet stifles a splutter. "Good luck, mate," he says as he leaves.