Fans-what they get up to (see last blog as well)

Throw Computer or better still Computer Smash !
Due to all sorts of things happening on Blogger, I’m back to the old “cut and paste” stuff. I can’t recall how many hours of writing suddenly disappeared under signs like “can’t find the page” or “hviv positif has caused a kernel explosion you’re going to lose the lot” and all this seems to happen whenever I touch a “dodgy” subject. Do you think they are out there – looking in? I do, so I’m giving them the inverse “V” sign! Take that from a frustrated author!
Whilst I’m here, a couple of little things which have caught my attention on the Tele/Radio/in the street etc..
The latest German TV “win something” whilst watching a football match, in cahoots with Coca-Cola, gave me an enormous amount of pleasure last Sunday.
The poor guy (in his 40’s) who had won “a day with your football heros” started off at 5am, and arriving at the Training ground (they wouldn’t let him into the actual Stadium) was welcomed by the Assistant Groundsman (what an honour) who showed him around the empty dressing-rooms etc, and when the players and management started arriving, he was asked to “go into the corner over there and just remain quiet”. If he wished, he was told by a snotty little reserve player, he could start in cleaning and scrubbing the mud of his favourite players boots, all 15 pairs of them. This guy ACTUALLY started and was extremely proud to be scrubbing some Brazilians boots!
In between time, everyone had disappeared onto the training ground, so after a few pairs of boots, our guy finally found himself on the edge of the training pitch, a hand pump was pushed into his hands, and he was asked whether he would like to pump up a few balls for his heros!
It was at this moment that one saw doubt creeping into our guy’s eyes, and I was choking with hysterical laughter. I had the mental image of my mate Chippie at Pompey, in the same situation:
“WHAT!!?? Clean ‘is bloody boots? Let ‘im clean ‘is own bloody boots, matey, and he can pump up his own bloody balls too, frigging hero!
Our guy took it all in his stride, and finally had the right to participate in a shower/bath with his heros ,as a reward for a hard day of slave labour. He went home looking happy, but I think he had some deeper questions on his mind, and it is possible that the club in question has lost a spectator/fan, and Coke-Cola a customer!






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