Aday with Hinckley A.F.C.

Coffee and a big brekko, no I don’t want lager it’s only 10am,  I’m sure there’s something wrong with them lot. That should be the  rule anyway, always eat before you start downing the pints like George Best,  if you don’t you’ll probably end up like sleepy, ” in a bush with no Bush” if you get my gist, anyway enough said about toss pants.  All aboard the Greentowers jet. ay-up  Pass the bucket im about doing it, were only in fucking Burbage Dave it’ll be full before we leave Leicestershire, and don’t get passing it over my head on the way back up” that’s what you get when you have too much ale before we even leave .  should be there in an hour easy, pub by 12, but no, I forgot Tin Magoo Pay is in the hot seat and wacko acko is co-pilot,  and you know what that means ” deeeeetourrrr”, your only suppose to blow the fucking doors off”  did I just see the sign for Penzance.  We make it  in the end and its only 1 oclock, so not too bad, time for at least 5 flat cold pints before kick off ” Standard ” it all smells like Granny fanny when you leave Stinkley I don’t know why but it does. Missed kick off as norm, beach is halfway to Neverland and it’s only getting louder, shut it beach for fucks sake”  and sleepys becoming a cock it’s amazing what a few sherberts do to you,   I can hear the roar of the Benny Hill song from behind the goal, Dingles leading the troops in a merry dance, I’m too busy stuffing my face with an half time crustation of a pie as dry as blunder woman’s foo. Half  Time….. Back soon