back from Lanzo..

Just got back from 10 days in Lanzarotte, never been as peed off to be abroad as I was during the blackpool game. Looked a superb atmosphere and all the stand up at footy boys must have been pleased.
Found a bar showing the game and spent all saturday morning traipsing around the pool, couldn’t settle for love nor money. Even all the topless beautys sprawling around rubbing oil in, couldn’t get me to think about anything but the game.

Went down to the Paradise bar Costa Teguise at about 1:30pm and started throwing it down. The bar was showing every premier league game and although it was packed, there was just me and another geezer sat staring at the “Blackpool – Wigan” telly. Couldn’t make up my mind if he was a Wigan supporter or not as he didn’t show any emotion during the game, even when the disc jockey scored.
At the final whistle, I let out a humungus screech of you fekin beauty and then showed high fives to about 10 Villa fans [they had just beaten Wet Spam in the last minute] I swaggered off to the bulldog inn to watch the United -City game. Whether it was the fresh air that did me, or the fact that I had rubbished a pint app every 8-9 mins from 1:30pm, I’m not sure but I have total memory loss from HT of the city game. I was carried to my hotel by 2 united fans I had met a few days earlier and they threw me on the bed, the wife tells me, at about 7:45pm.

Got up the following day just after dinner with the wife sat on the edge of mi bed waiting to fly into me. Must admit was worth all the earache I got for the next 3 days. Great day, great result, fekin great hangover!! :clap: :obscene-drinkingcheers: :obscene-drinkingdrunk: