Piss up in a brewery

So, it's Wednesday lunch time. We go on the coach to take the hour long journey to Blackpool for sixth form football. I haven't played since November, and haven't made a real save since October (I'm a goalkeeper. Or try to be) - that's not to say I concede a lot. I concede one goal every game, no more, no less - although my last game I played at left back.

So anyway, we arrive, and were told that their sixth form had gone to ours. Turns out it was a home game. So we drive all the way back to Rivington. Only some clown decided it'd be great to cause a pile up on the other lane. That didn't make us go slowly for ages per se, just it caused all the fecking rubberneckers to stare at it. So we finally get back at 3 (1 hour after kick off was supposed to be) and Blackpool had set up the pitch. Now we have 2 teams, and they only set up one pitch.

Then, our teacher decided that the pitch was unfit to play on. So we had to go to the changing rooms and get changed (we got into our kit on the fecking coach back). So we'd wasted 2 and a half hours(ish) for fook all. Like I say... can't organise a piss up in a brewery.


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