PJPoolie wrote:
It was the second funniest thing I witnessed at today's match.
Leaving the ground as one of the last to because we always go from the Cyril Knowles across the front of the Town End to the Millhouse we encountered this proper fat kid (I'm talking about fourteen or fifteen years old weighing at least 17 or 18 clean here) being reunited with his Dad to and I quote word for word in broad colliery accent "am beeein brutally honest ere farther av just spent the entire second half asleep on the toilet"
We suspected a pie overdose.
Did he have an orange hoody on?