Glory days
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Remember Brian Glover in Kes? The teacher
imagining he’s Bobby Charlton, United v Spurs?
This bloke was something similar.
¶ 2
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Me and my brother were drinking
at the Spanish campsite pool bar. He told us
he’d been on the books of Villa and Tranmere.
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We mentioned our boys on the five a side
pitch nearby. Puts down his drink, he’s gone,
back at the pool a few minutes later. Full kit.
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We followed him. Of course, he took over.
Berated my boy for missing a sitter.
Shouted the odds. The lads were bewildered.
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I won’t say it all ended in tears, but there
was nearly a fist fight. Blame the sun,
maybe the booze? Some overgrown boys
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can’t believe it’s all over. It is now.
The glory days are long gone, if they ever …
This bloke was just one of those.
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