by trout man » Wed Feb 29, 2012 3:59 pm
I was the manager of a well known tourist establishment on the west coast of Ireland at the time and took the day off to watch the match in the local pub. 'That game' was one of, if not the, most deeply emotional games of football I have ever watched in forty years of supporting City. The problem I had that day was I got so fucking unbelievably drunk and according to eyewitness reports ( for I still have zero recollection of what happened) when I was leaving the pub I walked in a straight line from the end of the bar to the door, unfortunately that meant that all the American, German and English people sitting at their tables in that straight line were scattered as I walked/crawled over tables, chairs, pints, handbags etc. I would have been killed if the bar owner had not made excuses for me. The problem was the following day, when guests ignored me or were staring and pointing, it was then that I realised many of them were staying in the hotel. Basil Fawlty take a bow.
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