TSR Footie Meet - July, 27th (Summer II) Watch

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Just wanted an excuse to use that, really.
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Right report. Hmm, some details may not be entirely accurate.

Meet at Baker Street, head off to Regent's Park, find the bumpiest bit of ground to play football on. The sun is blazing down in excess of 30 degrees, which is rather annoying if you're going to be running around anyway. We pick teams, I think Rafa and Asif were captains, I was on Rafa's team for the first game, and was pretty ordinary. figureeight and Juwel were pretty awesome, and having scored a goal, Juwel teased us by attempting to do the celebration he did in the Feb meet (He did get his shirt off later on though :hubba:).

We played for about 45 mins or so, then Cal went off to shag Shakira and Mike went off to shag Holsy...I mean they were both escorting the ladies to the pitch. The match ended 3-3, a fair result I reckon given the conditions and the quality (or lack thereof :teeth:) of the play.

We picked teams again, this time I really can't remember who the captains were, though I think CJ might have been one. I was on Juwel's team again (), and even Jacob got in goal, complete with rollie in hand. The heat was really taking its toll, apart from a rather good tackle off Rafa if I may say so myself, I was completely drained out, and joined Jess, Liam (Lord Hysteria) and Charl on the sidelines, desperately trying to hydrate myself.

We headed off to a 'spoons, though not the one at Marble Arch this time, we opted for the Baker Street one, which was quite empty, though they did forget to install AC. I got a drink, drunk it and left.
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I'm sorry that this is in part made-up, and that I seem to mention myself a lot... I took it all from my perspective... my portly, wobbling vision.

It is also exceptionally long, and possibly boring. I advise you against reading for fear of making you dehydrate. If you do read, then you better love it - and not notice I kinda got tired towards the end!!!:mad:

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TSR Football Meet – July 27th 2008: Regents Park

I woke up to a sound rather more haunting than my alarm… the sound of grown adults listening to that song about Umberella-ella-ella-ellas, written by that ***** – whoever she is. Nonetheless, I was awake, removing the fears from the night before that shoutboxing til 4am and then watching brass-eye for even longer would find me waking up at 1pm, and then crying myself back to sleep for what might have been. I threw myself out of bed and into the shower, wrestling with the decision of what to wear; my filthy, icing-smeared t-shirt from that children’s birthday party the day before, or my American football shirt – inappropriate and still muddy from a hike two days previous. It then occurred to me that washing myself was almost pointless when I would insist on wearing the same clothes almost every day. To keep my hair soft and shiny, that’s why.

After washing, waxing (my hair), deodorizing and dressing myself in my beloved Broncos top (makes me look all broad and scary), I was set. Wolfed down a can of coke for breakfast and took a scotch egg to eat on the way (while cycling). I then recalled some ‘immense and amazing’ idea of mine to camp out in the park and get pissed/eat/talk. I was certainly a wino in a past life. So I swigged a sample of the chilled Rose in my fridge… drinkable – so I bagged the ****************. Then raided the cupboard full of my grandmother’s Nazi Germany spirits. The amusingly titled Cobana, banana bunch shaped bottle full of yellow caught my eyes. Yes! Taking a towel to counteract the sweaty mess I would inevitably become, I set off cycling at high pace to my beloved ABBA tracks.

A bike-ride of little incident halted in a panic… ah, ****… food! So I went into a shop nearby and bought a packet of chocolate covered flapjacks. Much like the Raffa Cakes to be offered later, they wound up stickly and sickly. Error. I walked the rest of the way to the station driven by the ABBA-funk and got my train ticket for a tenner… paying in change because I had run out of notes. They hated me lots. Soon, this hatred was to be a mutual one.

Public transport is a funny customer… Plenty of things can and do go wrong, from time to time. You do, however, expect a basic service that when you step on a train it will be equipped to get you where you’re going, provided no-one blows it up, has a heart-attack or anything of similar magnitude. Yet, after having to wait half an hour for my train initially, we were stopped because of a ‘problem with the 4 rear carriages’ 20 minutes down the line of my 40 minute trip. ****… I was almost certainly going to be late now. Thankfully this ‘problem’ only ate 20 minutes of my life that I can never get back, though with the driver reporting that it was the air conditioning that was the problem, and then giving everyone 5 minutes to buy a bottle of water, I was less impressed; in my fury remarking “****ing ******s” over his announcement. I got a mixed reaction from my immediate audience, one parent with a young child looking especially shocked. Sorry lady, if you aren’t gonna teach your kid the ways of the world, then I’m going to have to do it instead! We then continued without hesitation, thank goodness, to Liverpool St. where I power walked to the theme of Phantom of Opera, on autopilot to the platform I always go on everytime I go almost ANYWHERE. Guess what?

‘The Westbound Platform is closed for planned engineering works. If you need to get to Baker street, Kings X, yadda yadda, blah blah or mount Olympus, there are replacement bus services – except there actually aren’t, we just thought it would be the most ****ing hilarious bunch of jokes to tell you there are and piss you all off so much. Then again, you can feel comforted by the presence of about 5 staff at the whole station, 2 of which are probably having a fag-break at any given moment and the rest of which cannot speak English/can’t speak English very well/are ******ed.’

What an informative sign, I thought… and panicking began routing round for information from these veritable gurus of the underground… Pity they were all ****ing idiots. One guys response to my question, ‘where is the replacement bus for baker street?’ was ‘up above, take the stairs.’ Anyone who has been to Liverpool. St knows there are a plethora of stairs… possibly because it is the worst planned structure in Europe. I walked up many stairs looking for new assistants outside the station, but none were there to which I yelled… “Why the **** will no-one help me!?!?”. I went to the information kiosk, which I thought aloud, they’ll know what’s what… they have information! When I asked the pretty Croat lady she basically told me to **** off, and that for underground enquiries, I had to go to the underground staff, with her waving me away in that direction. I turned and without thinking said “Cheers you ****ing moron”. It’s hard to be polite when the whole world is out to get you. So I went BACK through the barriers, asking the staff on the other side, who was standing in the same spot as guy number one. ‘Where are the replacement buses to Baker St?”. He eyed me quizzically… “There isn’t one”. In the pause I wanted to scream in his face and jump up and down pointing at the sign over yonder, but I let it go… perhaps the key to charming these simple beings is to empower them. “If you want to get to Baker St” (well of course I ****ing do) he continued “take the circle to Oxford circus and change for the bakerloo line”. It sounded so simple, but only minutes later I would be screaming and punching a plastic display board groaning: “There is NO OXFORD CIRCUS!!!” It was in hindsight really fun and amusing, albeit terrifying and the most damning indictment of our times I have yet witnessed. I eventually decided to work out my own route and went via Embankment… good old Embankment wont let me down. So aside from the fact that the tube stopped for about 5 minutes inexplicably at some stops, it was a smooth ride.

On arrival at Baker St. I legged it, as fast as a large man like myself can and jogged up all the escalators and then out of the station and down the block to regents. I couldn’t believe my energy, the can of relentless and the scotch egg powered me on and I found myself still going when I got to Regents sports area, but about to turn off was thankfully stopped in my tracks by a call of “Robbie” in Jangra’s unmistakeable tone. There the meeting began in earnest, as I was catapulted into the surreal world of internet randoms – MB without introducing himself starting to throw questions in my direction and promising he would play if he were able to take smoking breaks.

Ambling through some tall grass, which I assured Michael would not contain deadly snakes, though I suspected he knew this already, we spotted the bunch in the distance. Pretty unmistakeable, really. A 6’4” Asian guy (Beddy), the lovely Rafanelli, a few people I’d never seen before, Juwel and CJ, who every time I see, I’m convinced I’ve seen him somewhere before. Maybe in a past life or something – either that or the sweltering heat was forcing me into a state of psychosis.

We quickly, and thankfully sorted out teams. I was right up for the action, and surprisingly was picked in the second round. Being the most portly of all concerned, you’d think people might consider you damaged goods for a sport involving so much running, but I felt honored nonetheless. I was glad to have CJ and Asif onboard, and the others all filled in the gaps of what seemed like a formation. I tried to insist on some tactics, but it quickly fell apart.

Game 1 – Bedshaped, RobbieC, Mr. Brazil, Dickinho, CJ, farhan, Nathan VS Rafa, Juwel, figureeight, neon, Saqui, imtired, Socrates, Jangra

My team started well, stifling the pace and skill of Rafa as best I could on the outside, with the help of CJ’s good defensive sense. At least my idea of us both holding the midfield had come to something and for now Rafa’s pace and good skill on the ball failed to yield goals. Meanwhile the enthusiastic and brightly coloured (in his Jamaica kit) Nathan was playing the poacher with real guile, and was rewarded with a goal after a bit of a scramble. Feeling the initiative, my team pressed on with the lively wing-back who I named Mr. Brazil for his resemblance to Sylvinho (which I may or may not have tried to explain to him). He and Dickinho – so called for his inability to pass, but also insane ability to retain the ball despite moving like a poorly constructed Catherine wheel. The two of them linked up and Mr. Brazil slotted a second one home, despite Juwel’s heroic efforts to stop the ball. With their attacks still breaking down from our firm defensive line, I managed to feel quite good about myself by reading Rafa and stealing the ball before taking off running on the counterattack. Trying to switch it to an open Nathan and finish them off with a third, my ambitious pass was intercepted by a now lively Juwel, as he tried to rally his team. He took the ball forward with our defense exposed by my absence and managed to exchange passes with Rafa. I desperately tried to block his powerful effort, but it squeezed between CJ and myself into the upper corner. Game on.

It is worthwhile noting that Socrates seemed not to understand the footballing imperative of using ones feet. While hilarious, he gave away a number of dangerous freekicks, one of which did result in a goal. I can’t remember which tbf… infact I can’t remember any of this ****. I’m just making it up for your entertainment, even though I am boring the **** out of you. ****, this was a massive waste of time.

I tried to move forward more, becoming frustrated, as did CJ, as the whole team became frustrated by Mr. Brazil and Dickinho refusing to kick the ball away when caught in possession – a horrible pirouette and some lost possession later, and figureofeight had leveled it. Now we were in some trouble. I moved to a centre forward position, as the opposition seemed to now be marking a dangerous Nathan out of the game. I managed to chest down and then volley one of Mr. Brazil’s infield throws… unfortunately straight at the keeper. Minutes later following a one-two with the lively Asif I connected with a sick amount of power on the half volley, the ball spinning ferociously towards the bottom corner – just wide. For minutes I cursed my luck as what might have been the goal of the meet became a Lampard-esque speculative punt. To make things worse, they took the lead through a third unanswered goal from Rafa, who was now making himself a candidate for man of the match, lulling defenders this way and that. He did, however, undo his efforts by being merked off the ball by Nathan from a goal kick, which he then calmly slotted home, a real Robbie Keane, scrotal goal. Nonetheless it saved our blushes, and after a few token efforts from either side, it seemed the fitting end to game would be a 3-3 draw. All fled to the sidelines for desperate water intake.

Finished a 3-3.

Despite the horrible heat, we got back up to fight again and a second game didn’t take long to formulate, CJ and myself already juggling a ball around (which I couldn’t control) for want of more contact sports. I put myself forward as a Captain along with Rafa, proceeding to pick – with the help of our increasing teammate numbers, those mentioned below, in no specific order.

Game 2 – RobbieC, Juwel, figureeight, farhan, Saqui, Mr. Brazil VS Rafa, Dickinho, imtired, neon, Dan, Nathan, Jangra, CJ

The game started with slightly less pace than before, the fatigue, even at this stage creeping into people’s game. I was pleased to have Juwel and figureeight onside. They worked really hard, and that was what we needed, some solid soldier types to get that ball and take charge. The game began with my team pressuring and trying to take the ball back, but we could do little with the possession. We lacked organization, which was probably my fault as captain. Taking some kind of charge I elected to throw myself up top, with a panging fear that we’d then concede a tonne of goals… but we didn’t.

Playing some sort of unintentional counterattack Juwel won the ball with an emphatic tackle characteristic of his mammoth efforts throughout, drove the ball up for me to collect as the newly self-appointed target man. I passed it out wide and then found space for the square pass, which I slotted toward goal. An excellent glancing touch from neon slowed the ball, but Saqui’s intelligent follow-up allowed him to drive the ball low into the goal. I’d still say it was going in anyway, but a goal’s a goal!

As quickly as we had gone ahead, we were behind with what seemed to me some shocking déjà vu from the first matchup. Nathan picked up a ball from CJ and slotted it past Saqui, sending him the wrong way – showing why exactly he was becoming the best finisher of the day. Dan, who had come into his own during this game (he wasn’t quite so tired as the rest of us tbf!) bossed the wing and played some nice passes in a move that ended with Dickinho smashing it in. It was a bit disconcerting how easily Dan and Rafa were dominating us on the wings as we tried to play direct football down the middle. Such a philosophy was unaided by the absence of appointed fullback Mr. Brazil, who had obviously taken his nickname to heart and ****ed off to play right winger. ********.

Figureeight began to take some initiative, forcing the issue with the ball up the left side of the pitch, creating several chances which; were it not for a last ditch and quite spectacular tackle by CJ on Mr. Brazil (who allegedly was a prick and would not receive CJ’s hand in apology), we would have leveled sooner. But just rewards for his work came minutes later, as figureeight powered home after a swift counterattack had left the tiring defense of our opposition totally outnumbered. Feeling the other team tiring, the tireless man himself Juwel continued to distribute the ball excellently, at one time picking me out almost the length of the pitch with inched perfection. I chested the ball down and tried to take the second ball, but good defending from Dickinho and Rafa prevented me from getting my shot off. Nonetheless, when the ball was driven forward to figureeight on the wing he managed to pick me out, and with what might have been an unexpected level of calm – I trapped the ball and swept it home viciously. We took the lead as the afternoon hit the height of hotness – not simply because Juwel had bared his upper arms, sporting a delicious black tanktop!!

Spurred on by taking back the lead, my team went for the kill after getting lucky with several goalmouth scrambles; Juwel, Saqui and figureeight doing a fine job of getting the dangerball out of the area… and while still dangerous, Rafa had been rendered slightly less effective by what was a clear injury to one leg. Kudos that all kept going, however, despite their knocks and exhaustion. That is except me, who after our fourth goal gave us victory (a nice finish from Juwel I recall) collapsed when dispossessed of the ball cramping like crazy. I believe I might have screamed girlishly in pain a little, for which I apologise… but it really did hurt quite severely. Many thanks to Rafa and CJ, who despite losing to my team, were very willing to massage/straighten/soothe my crippled leg. Those guys are awesome. And tbf, so is farhan, who despite me refusing with some passion his offer of a sip of red-bull coke, continued to offer it a further two times. Love the guy tbh .

Final score was 4-2 to my team (and Juwel said he was a waste of a first pick?!?! Best pick ever tbh).

Game 3 – Rafa, RobbieC, Dan, Vesta, Holsy, Jangra, farhan, MB VS Juwel, Nathan, figureeight, neon, calcium878, imtired, CJ

This game is far more scattered, with heat exhaustion sapping the best of us… and my cheeky mouthful of wine worsening the dehydration, but somehow allowing me to walk off the cramp more readily! All were tired, and the teams changed quick and fast… so I’ll mention but a few noteworthy action points.

-MB made a solid effort as goalkeeper… and while he couldn’t kick for dog****, he did at a point throw down his cigarette (only half done) to block a ball), we’ll make a goalie of Jacob yet!! I also told him to try stubbing out the cigarette on anyone trying to execute a corner bug (FM REFERENCE!!!) That’d show ‘em!
-Calcium, while making some obscene efforts to come out of goal and claim the ball, did a really good job all round and I think – despite being quite a small guy – was belting the ball the length of the pitch regularly.
-Also underestimated were the effective duo of Vesta and Holsy, who many times tackled Juwel as a pair and individually, and knew how to control a football. Vesta was especially impressive, at one point going Amanda Bynes on all our asses and skating past a couple of challenges before playing a nice, smart pass. It was so refreshing to finally have people on the team that would pass when you asked to!!! (I kid, of course :ninja:). But I cannot say how excellent it was to see the two of them making a real go of it, doing the dirty work as well as the skillz. Delightful!
-The goal of the day is especially memorable… a very Boltonesque effort launched over the top by CJ and then connected with by Juwel in my flight. It was a kind of instep two-footed dropkick which nestled in the side of the goal - a product of vision and instinctive creativity. Splendid goal by two deserving characters imo .
-By the end of the game, my team lost in the golden goal stakes as Juwel put a powered effort into the open net, with Jangra flapping like Pepe Reina on speed tbf. It was hard to say who got the most goals of the day, but Nathan and myself got a couple each in the final game, so ourselves and the utility maestro Juwel were most likely the top 3… though this did not necessarily make any of us the outstanding players of the day.

Final score, my team lost 5-3.

MOTM – To my mind, over the three matches, there can only be one outstanding contributer. For his consistent thoughtfulness on the ball, clever passing and his efforts defensively, this has to be CJ. Like myself, he isn’t the quickest around, but he keeps on going (and didn’t wuss out with cramp halfway through!!) He made a tonne of excellent assists, and I don’t recall a cheap surrender of possession. As I put it to him… sir, your ball economy is simply breathtaking. Nice going mate, a solid 9/10 in the fm ratings.

We all collapsed, and drank the plentiful water. I loved CJ even more tbf for his generosity in dampening my larynx, which had most likely dried from my screaming useless information and instructions at people who didn’t care what the **** I had to say. People were chilling, with figureeight enjoying his Umberella-ella-ella… yeah… the memories all flooded back, especially with Rafa reciting the **** while distributing his Raffa cakes?!? I tried to palm my nasty melted flapjacks and boiled wine off on the randomers around me, but had an epic fail… unsurprisingly.

Eventually, despite Asifs objections, we set off. I might have agreed with him, had I any electrolytes to munch and glunch down… though to be fair, imtired was generous in giving me a Smirnoff ice for keying open his two alcopops. It tasted soooo sweeeet. Cheers for that one dude!! :yy:

Setting off for the Baker St. wetherspoons I didn’t understand everyones fear of it being small. It was clearly bigger than the one at Marble Arch! Tradition or not, I was ****ing ****ed and needed some sweet strongbow.

The atmosphere was fantastic at wethy’s and to my pleasure, I got to chat to neon, figureeight, Asif, Rafa, Juwel and CJ at lengths – all of them are genuinely top guys. We discussed all the things we could not involving direct TSR linkage and then came back to the inevitable ****fest of *****ing about certain members of football especially that got right on our tits. There were jokes, and laughter followed in kind as the drinks flowed – Juwel showing some noteworthy class in his purchase of Mojito, even if it was a Wetherspoons Mojito!!

I had a chance to speak to Jacob, who appeared like some powerful wizard from thin air discussing a childhood of playing with mercury and other volatile chemicals. We shared anecdotes of dangerous experimentations and **** like that… I also learned you could throw wasps, and that this made girls attracted to young boys. Interesting **** tbf! It was refreshing, though, that despite my preconceptions about all the characters there, MB included, they were vanquished within a 5 minute spell of chatter, which thankfully diverted from inane smalltalk. Living up to the sense of humour I had heard about, Jacob not only demonstrated some Gervais-esque slapstick with his chicken-tickle on Jangra, but also a deft spot of just how abusive it was that my friend Lorraine – who has an eating disorder, I had continued to refer to as Meringue (as it sounds the same and is my nickname for her in my mobile phonebook). Quite scrumptious, that was!

Alas had I been able to stay I’d have tried to chat with Cal, his friends with him, Dan, the girls and all others a little more intimately… though in my defense was exhausted and a sweaty mess. I said my goodbyes and hiked on home, my mind busied not simply by trying to work out a route home (which was FARRRR less difficult than my first journey), but also by all that had gone on that day – the jokes, the slidetackles, the goals. It was all-in-all an absolutely immense day for all, and one I crave to re-enact (thought slightly less hot!) as soon as is possible.

Thanks again for a wonderful time, and to Rafa especially for making it happen... you sexeh *****:ninja:
Loved that, ace stuff man lol!
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My day started ridiculously early. In other words, pre-11 o’clock. I woke up to a stomach that had more groans than a cheap porno so I thought I should actually have some food before going back to bed. However, I found £20 on the side left by my dad to go out and meet some uni friends. I thought BRILLIANT, I know exactly what i’ll do; i’ll go meet some people off the internet for a game of football. So I slowly got ready and was out of the door by half 12.

The next hour was spent on a train with a baby close by crying.. constantly. So I was quite relieved when the train finally arrived at Charing Cross. I then got the tube to Regent’s Park station (simply because I like it more than Baker Street). I actually didn’t realise just how impossible it is to get to the tube in Charing Cross. You go through about 10 different tunnels and descend seemingly to the core of the Earth before you find the trains. And it felt like it too because it was ridiculously hot down there. Anyway, got to Regent’s Park and I quickly got in the lift, remembering just how many flights of stairs I had to walk up at the last football meet. And the rest of my journey was just walking through nice bits of the park that i’ve probably seen about 10 times in the last 2 weeks, which is quite worrying really. So I arrived, said hello to those not playing football, donned my beautiful and powerful Adidas somethingsomethingredsomething Astroturfs and I was ready to play. For 5 minutes. Before everyone decided to have a break. Because I was late.

Anyway, the second match was more interesting anyway. I’d realised from the first match that there was some guy not from the forum who was unbelievably skillful but had obviously never been taught what the word pass meant. Can’t say i’m too surprised, he was Bulgarian or something. But anyway, I thought i’d take him out a few times in this match for a laugh but he got put on my team. The match was fairly good – we played some nice football, some utterly awful football, and some Motson-having-an-off-topic-conversation-with-Lawrenson football. But it was all good fun.

Then we had a break again. And a few of us got bored of waiting around so played some headers-and-volleys. This is where you’re probably expecting something incredible to have happened but it failed to materialise. We played, we scored some volleys, we were knackered. But thanks to that little interlude we were able to get people off their arses for another game. This one was an epic encounter. Our team started with the powerful ring formation, which kept the other team from scoring for about a minute. We then adopted the mess formation and let in another 3 goals (one of which was a superb goal by Juwel as seen in the artist’s impression below). So 4-0 down and you think you’re down and out. And then Asif inspired a fantastic move. I say fantastic because I scored it so I want to big it up as much as possible. And within a turn-around 5 minutes we were back to 4-3. Finish line in sight. Or so we thought. The tension mounted as Rafa announced a golden-goal situation. First team to score wins. I’d like to say I skinned the whole team and flicked the ball effortlessly over the keeper’s head on the volley but I can’t. The other team scored and we lost.


An Artist's Impression: Juwel's amazing volleyed goal whilst sliding

So game over and time to go to the pub. And I was looking forward to it. On the way I chatted to Cal and Vesta. Well, I say “chatted to” but it was basically me and Cal insulting Vesta and her then feebly attempting to “POW!” us back. Finally got to the Wetherspoons and I was straight to the bar. Didn’t even book myself a seat first but it was no big deal. I joined the gay corner of the room with cal, lh and a cameo appearance from Jangra later (which I was able to get a man hug for). I think Holsy wanted in but 5’s a crowd. People started ordering food and the first to arrive was Holsy’s and Jangra’s ice cream turds (as cal called them). I had myself a sirloin and was wrecked by cal and LH for eating like a girl. TBH cal was boasting about how he’d listened to the Mamma Mia soundtrack on the way to London so I don’t really see how he can talk. This is when Jess called JR on her mobile and we passed it around the table all saying hi to him.


The Wetherspoons Formation - positions were variable throughout the night but I remember people sitting in those places

So we chatted for ages. I remember one conversation about Rohypnol or maybe I was just reading the packet of some cough medicine a guy in the toilets gave me. By now I was economising on my drinks because I was running low on cash. So I moved from 1664 to Coors Light in a bid to save 50p a pint. Tbh I’ve never tasted anything as bad as Coors Light so I was soon back to 1664 again, figuring it was well worth the extra money. I then stole half of Jess’s cider whilst she wasn’t looking. She then bought another and went to the toilet and me and Asif finished half of the second one as well. My bad.

It got round to about half 9ish and I had to leave because the last train was at 11ish and I really couldn’t afford to not turn up back home. So I said my goodbyes, was sprayed with impulse (which got me a wink on the train home) and left with Holsy and Charl. We walked and got lost and then turned around and decided to tube it from Baker Street. Said goodbye to Charl at Piccadilly Circus and carried on to Charing Cross where Holsy was desperately calling people in an attempt to blag a lift back home. She finally found someone insane enough to still be sober at that time of night and, I believe, got home ok. I stayed on the train til I was back in the beautiful land of Bexleyheath and wandered home to the chorus of police sirens and boy racers.

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Cal - apparently got it on with Vesta
Jangra - apparently got it on with Holsy
Socrates - not on form
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Ace formation there.
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Just wanted an excuse to use that, really.
I think you win the thread.
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The heat was really taking its toll, apart from a rather good tackle off Rafa if I may say so myself, I was completely drained out, and joined Jess, Liam (Lord Hysteria) and Charl on the sidelines, desperately trying to hydrate myself.
It was very hot. I remember these things:
  • Having chicken and chips and people stuffing their faces, including socrates ... I think :hmmmm: but definitely Asif. hmm Chicken Cottage ftw. I enjoyed it too :proud:
  • I am also rather proud that Zaf complemented my clothing, tis indeed the marks of a true gentlemen :proud:
  • musicbloke showing an unnatural attraction to a dog ( that looked like this but black), :teeth: but I also remember him balancing a rotating plate on one finger. :yes:
  • Jess completely off her face
  • Rafa's interesting association with women's deodorant – which I still don’t fully get – but it does shed light into his unique avatar.
  • dipack's allergic reaction to the deodorant left me wondering if he had flees.
  • I didn’t get to speak much to Charl – she was lurking around in a :ninja: way
  • dangle's homosexuality :yep: ... yeah babe ...I still remember the knife
  • Michael and cal were great fun (especially towards the end) and am thoroughly glad to have met them. I love *****ing and so do they :yy:
  • Chris - talking about his employment record :p: nah nice to meet you at last and looking forward to meeting the miss <CJ>
  • Henry seemed to have damaged two finger – God knows how – but it does shed light into Asif’s sad face (and I am not talking about punching) :hubba:
  • Matt (neon) was hilarious and enjoyed his company. I discovered he was the notorious Cilit Bang guy. :eek: - he is a true rebel
  • Holly was abusive and enjoyed kicking people’s feet while they were walking :p:
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Holly was abusive and enjoyed kicking people’s feet while they were walking
what a *****
Great to meet you too, Liam. Have to see you again soon.

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I think you win the thread.
I'll go to bed happy now.
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i'm not impressed daniel. leave TSR :hmmm:
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the meet was jokes
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i'm not impressed daniel. leave TSR :hmmm:
you left early, you rubbish person :hmmm:
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Vesta was such a chav :eek:
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dangle is awesome! END OF!
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dangle is awesome! END OF!
:proud:

..

so when's the next one? :teeth:
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Rafa and I had a chat about this last night. He wants me to combine the next Pro Evo meet with the football meet and I have a free house from the 12th-15th August inclusive, so sometime around then, probably.
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Vesta was such a chav :eek:
says you :eek:
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says you :eek:
According to wikipedia, you are "the virgin goddess of the hearth, home, and family in Roman mythology." :yep:

Let's have some :tea:
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AHAHAHAHA Vesta, a virgin. :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:.

Also lol.
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AHAHAHAHA Vesta, a virgin. :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:.

Also lol.
I was waiting for that
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I should really do a report sometime. Do hold me to this.
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