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Date Posted: 06:47:56 12/21/01 Fri
Author: Alan Gilbert (Big Al) from sunny Bournemouth
Subject: Wembley

We went up from sunny Bournemouth, usual share driving arrangement, I drove up, Linda, my wife, driving back. We arrived at Wembley parked the car in a shoppers car park behind the shops opposite "The Old Post Office" pub. We were in the Old Post Office until the appointed time when we made our way to Wembley. we were sat in the corner looking down on where Scotty was destined to go for glory.

We were surrounded by english supporters bedecked in their best white rags, it was the time for the anthems we stood and sang the anthem. Now Linda is english and a Bournemouth girl, and she's never been that good on the pronunciation of the anthem, so on the odd occasions she comes to an international I give her a tiny slip of paper with a phonetic version. In her red jersey supporting the right team she's made a reasonable job of the anthem.

After the anthems we sit down and this rag bag bunch of white dishcloths have spotted that she's got a crib sheet and start giving her earache about her not knowing the anthem, I point out that she is in fact english but has decided to support a decent team.

Well lets be fair until the last minutes the english were getting there and this lot around us were giving us some real stick, then Scotty gets it, he's dancing through and over the line, bang him and the ball hit the ground then Wingnut drops the ball over the bar and for the first time for 90 minutes our surrounding bunch of hoorah henriettas are silent, we, on the other hand are ecstatic, there are two or three other red shirts in the vicinity and we are all hugging, crying, all getting a bit emotional. A couple of the less sad white shirts did shake hands and wish us well.

Anyway it's back to the Old Post Office for more cider and eventually back to the car for the drive home, going through Wembley High Street we are stuck in traffic. The car is decorated with Red Dragon flag the sunroof is open and somebody approaches the car. I assume a fellow red shirted drunk, but then something falls into the car through the open sunroof, it's my wallet, in my somewhat inebriated state I'd left it on the roof of the car.

So thanks to you whoever you were !

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