swee'pea99
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Cross my heart & hope to die...
Walking t'hound yesterday and I passed a pitch on which a couple of teams of muddy chaps (proper, with kits, ref & linesmen, the whole bit...aged maybe 20-ish) were thrashing out a game of footie. A charge up the touchline, a cross, and - GOAL! A moment or two later I got a slightly bemused look from a fellow spectator at the snort I'd just produced. 'I actually found myself waiting for the replay,' I said. 'I only ever watch footie on Match of the Day...not used to the real thing.'
Walking t'hound yesterday and I passed a pitch on which a couple of teams of muddy chaps (proper, with kits, ref & linesmen, the whole bit...aged maybe 20-ish) were thrashing out a game of footie. A charge up the touchline, a cross, and - GOAL! A moment or two later I got a slightly bemused look from a fellow spectator at the snort I'd just produced. 'I actually found myself waiting for the replay,' I said. 'I only ever watch footie on Match of the Day...not used to the real thing.'