- Jan 23, 2011
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Well, I hope you’re not studying communications and English language, you cheeky git. As in... what will you be studying?Yeah
Well, I hope you’re not studying communications and English language, you cheeky git. As in... what will you be studying?Yeah
Pish posh. Everyone has a story.Reading some of these stories makes me realise what a boring life I have.
Oh not THIS againDidier Zakora
Hahaha sorry. Politics and International Relations hopefully!Well, I hope you’re not studying communications and English language, you cheeky git. As in... what will you be studying?
Reminds of that world famous, legendary joke:We were 4-1 down, playing with 10 men, and were generally getting killed by the champions of Europe.
There were 60,000 people, so I rushed out to beat the crowd, with about 1 minute left.
That's it. That's the anecdote.
They didn`t miss two Bale goals though, did they?Reminds of that world famous, legendary joke:
A Man, A Woman, and Godzilla walk into a bar.
They have a drink.
They leave.
Was it just me that had the opening lines of Fresh Prince of Bel Aire running through my head when reading this?The Sol Campbell Incident
I was born in NYC, but raised in the UK, from the age of 6. I was about 7 when I discovered Spurs... but that is another anecdote I'll save for later.
Was it just me that had the opening lines of Fresh Prince of Bel Aire running through my head when reading this?
Great. Thanks. Now you’ve given me a frickin ear wig, and i can’t get the damn song outta my head! ?Was it just me that had the opening lines of Fresh Prince of Bel Aire running through my head when reading this?
Cool. That is an outstanding anecdote.I saw Chris Waddle having breakfast in a restaurant in Sheffield once.
True story.
My work here is done...Great. Thanks. Now you’ve given me a frickin ear wig, and i can’t get the damn song outta my head! ?
I had you down more as a ginger pele type myselfOne of my ex girlfriends used to work for Sol Campbell’s agent, Sky Andrew. (True fact - Sky Andrew was actually christened BSkyB Andrew).
I met Sol in Sky’s office once while he was playing for us and then again a few months later, when I saw him in Faces nightclub in Gants Hill. He remembered who I was and I was chatting with him when I accidentally knocked his hand into my beer holding hand. This caused my own beer to spill on to my shirt.
Before I knew it, Sol had pulled a tissue out of his shirt pocket and started to wipe my beer stain on my shirt. I thought this was a bit odd, but also, my hero (at the time) was molesting my nipple and I was loving it. I have no idea why he was wiping it himself instead of giving the tissue to me, especially as it was my fault the drink spilt, but it was all very surreal and I may have even had a semi, which was ironic as later in life I often used a mental image of him to ‘keep the wolf from the door’. I won’t lie though, the eye contact while he was wiping for those few seconds was weird.
I have to say, he was a very nice person when I met him those 2 times. He definitely got weirder as he got older.
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Talking of Faces, a platonic female Spurs supporting friend of mine who I’d known for a while was present one Saturday night when Ramon Vega walked in. Even though he was a bit shit, he was very good looking and she had been in love with him for ages. She literally did the ‘we’re not worthy’ thing on her knees right in front of him when she saw him, which was cringeworthy but slightly amusing to the onlookers who were all pissed. He was with his partner so he smiled it off politely and carried on with his night.
She was so wonderfully shocked that she had ‘met’ Vega, she was talking about him all night. Whilst we were chatting about him I said ‘why don’t you take me back to yours and pretend I’m Vega’. She stared at me for a few seconds and just said ‘ok’, so we did. I look nothing like him, but I was roleplaying as Ramon Vega. Ramon fucking Vega. She asked me to put on a Swiss accent (?) and talk about Spurs while we did it. It was pure sexual twattery of the highest order, I was talking about mistimed tackles and bad passes in a stupid foreign accent and she was genuinely loving it. She knew he was shit but she didn’t care. In her mind, I’m absolutely certain that she thought she was fucking Vega, especially as she had her eyes shut for most of it. I hadn’t even really fancied her up until that night and only got horny because the way she spoke about Vega was so sexual, I could feel the sex coming out of her pores.
Saw her a few times after that but we never spoke about that night once. That suited me fine, bearing in mind Ginola was playing in the same team at the time and I roleplayed as Ramon Vega.