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Date Posted: 07:35:51 01/21/02 Mon
Author: mOnKeY bOy
Subject: 1999

Sat in a pub in Roath, Cardiff. A typically Studenty pub, and so a fairly even mix of Welsh and English. I got the Manager to play the Stereophonics 'as long as we beat the English' a few times, then the Chariots started swinging low, and were promptly stuck back up their @rses, as is the current trend.

Prior to the match one particularly objectionable English bloke stood on his chair and started chanting obscenities towards the Welsh fans. Not banter, or in anyway good natured, as it had been up to that point, but things far too offensve to post here. He was obviously a 'football head' and was intent on causing trouble. It went on for a number of minutes, and the mood was changing... people were starting to get angry, and it was about to get violent, when huge lump of a bristolian, decked out in an England top, jumped up, picked the guy off his feet, and told him in no uncertain terms that if he didn't shut up, that he, and his English mates were going to prevent him from being able to say anything for a few weeks - ah the good old spirit de rugby..

The game appeared to be going down the usual route, but the ginger fella kept us in the frame. By the second half I had become quite distracted by the girl sat next to me who, in a sudden moment of excitement, had jumped up out of her seat, exposing her breast, and sat back down, breast still al-fresco. this proved to be a constant distraction for the majority of the second half, but what could you do? Tell her and embarras her? Pop it back in for her to save her blushes?

Then came that moment, the lineout, last gasp attempt... could they do it? The lineout was one, the pass out ...Oh no he's fumbled ... no he going ... gibbsy, gibbsy,yyyeeeesssss!!! Beer everywhere, (hugged the girl ;O) ). All that was left was the kick, the pub (50% at least) were sat in silent prayer... and over it went.

Needless to say every Welsh person in the building went and congratulated the football head, with great aplomb. He left the pub about half an hour later, thanks to the Big Brizzle boy...

After that, its all a bit of a blurrrrr

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