Footie induced madness

[BoothenenderGaz]

Just wondering if anyone has any tales of footie induced madness, here is mine:

I have just come back (about 3 hours ago) from a fantastic trip across the Artic Circle to Lapland and my wife and I have just been nattering about the events over the past 4 days since little 'un has gone to bed.

I know that this will be all over my place of work tomorrow afternoon if Simon C has found his way to this message board from the Rivals one!

There was one common theme from my wife's point of view (luckily she can laugh about it!)

The holiday started on Saturday as we stayed in a hotel the night before close to Manchester Airport as it was an early flight.

My wife was slightly put out that I asked her to pick me up from the incinerator after the Norwich game and we could go from there. Not miffed because I had gone to the football, moreso because I had "downed tools" at 2pm and legged it out the door with my Stoke shirt on.

Apparently, once I was picked up after the match, I greeted my wife and child and then turned the radio over to Praise and Grumble and listened to it all the way to Manchester, with the reception getting increasingly worse in the end it was a load of crackles, bangs, whizzes and the occasional legible word. Also, as the reception got worse the radio volume got louder to compensate.

Apparently, all was ok when we got to Lapland for a day and then I started to pick up large balls of snow and pretended that I had found Sidibie's shot from the Norwich game!

More antics were soon to arrive on Tuesday when

A) It was the day of the Sheffield United game
B) The English Sunday papers arrived in Lapland

A quick scour of the TV channels in the hotel didn't turn up much, just some German blithering or a Finnish kids TV channel with Teletubbies badly dubbed (and quite disturbing)

The day had started badly when I realised that my snow suit I had hired, had got a hole in the crutch and it was only after I through caution to the wind and decided to show off, racing a couple of kids on toboggans down a hill, me minus the toboggan and only on my bare arse did the point that I had a hole in the crutch become apparent.

I eventually went to bed at around 11:30pm (2 hours ahead in Finland) that I resigned that I wouldn't find the score.

After a couple of hours rest, I woke up with a brainwave and telephoned the 24 hour reception to see if they had the internet.

A brief half garbled conversation between me and a confused receptionist gave me the answer I was looking for.

I then dashed out of the room, down to reception and the receptionist was not half amazed to see me in my thermal vest and long johns standing there, like a pig at a potato, wanting to have a thirty second go on the internet.

Before anyone says anything, it is the first time I have worn thermals in my short 28 year life and you couldnt go to bed without them (especially after the earlier "ripped ski-suit" injury)

A quick whoot of joy at seeing us winning 3-0 away, I was on cloud nine. All would have been OK if I had not, in the rush, left my key in the appartment and I had to knock to get my wife to open the door.

The atmosphere in the plane was nearly as frosty as the one outside as my wife was tired and so was I.

Two things then happened at once this morning when we were about to take-off to come home. I asked if I could use my wifes phone to check the league standings.

It was only when I was logging on to the WAP service my wife and I both realised that I could have used that all along last night to check the score.

I also got bollocked from the air hostess for using a phone whilst taking off!

Football eh!!!

[thepremierbanksy]

long johns are the bomb!

[Pembo]

but did you have a good time?

[BoothenenderGaz]

It was cracking thanks pembo

[daverichards]

I used to wear long johns in winter as a bike courier, it gets kind of cold at 70mph when its zero degrees . and the missus wears them when I take her to "ice station zebra" as she terms the brit for any game between oct and march

[BoothenenderGaz]

Bike courier?

You must have either been mad or an adrenaline junkie

Those guys are crazy

[daverichards]

I was both ;D , only stopped cos the cold in winter gave me back problems , so cold the muscles in my lower back would spasm into knots and I could barely walk after 30 odd mins on a bike . Doc had to give me muscle relaxants to stop it, and you can't drive on them. I don't get them in a van so I'm a van courier now (which reminds me , I'm off down to a new company today ... yeah been back in britain almost a month and only just sorted a bloody job out )