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I had posted this in another thread, but I thought i;d make a competition of the question at the end... what team did I follow?

 

This is how i ended up in Bolton:

 

It was a pissed up darts team weekend away in Blackpool in about 1985 (it was the same night Mike Tyson hammered someone to pulp in 3 rounds.... I'm not sure why that's relevant but i remember it)

 

I met this bird in a club on Central pier and we hit it off (had it off is prob more accurate)... She was from Horwich. By the time we had finished doing the necessaries under the pier (classy worker me!!) her sister who was driving had got sick of waiting and fucked off home. So I invited her back to our B&B... and being the gentleman I am said I'd drive her home the next morning (Though I had no intention of doing so... I'd never heard of Horwich, I thought she had said Norwich)

 

Well we got back to said B&B to find that my mate who had copped off with another bird was nowhere to be seen and he had the key... there were no mobiles in these days!

 

So now i was stuck in Blackpool with a moaning bird, with no room and the prospect of driving to East Anglia in the morning... I wasn't happy at all! mind you I did get my leg over so it wasn't all bad. It was and is a rare occurance!

 

We were wandering about B&Bland in Blackpool at 3.30AM wondering what the fuck to do when I saw a light on... I knocked the door expecting to be told to fuck off but the landlord was watching the Mike Tyson fight gave us a room for the night.

 

I got up in the morning (after another session of mad passionate fumbling) and wanted to make my escape, but she was tighter to me than a limpet.... I found out that Horwich was only about 25 miles away so I decided to do the decent thing and take her home.

 

We got on well sober.. actually hit it off on the way back in the car so I asked her up to visit me in Scotland a few weeks later... and it all went on from there.

 

That's how i ended up in Bolton (well Horwich)

 

How i ended up going to Wanderers is a whole different story.... my English team at the time was......

 

first one to guess gets a +1 (it'll take a while)

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I ended up in Bolton for the following reasons, some fucker drugged me, made me have sex with animals then threatened to tell my mum unless I moved here and told everyboby I was a wanderer.

 

I'm really that cripple who stands outside the corner shop whilst people put coins in my head

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I had posted this in another thread, but I thought i;d make a competition of the question at the end... what team did I follow?

 

This is how i ended up in Bolton:

 

It was a pissed up darts team weekend away in Blackpool in about 1985 (it was the same night Mike Tyson hammered someone to pulp in 3 rounds.... I'm not sure why that's relevant but i remember it)

 

I met this bird in a club on Central pier and we hit it off (had it off is prob more accurate)... She was from Horwich. By the time we had finished doing the necessaries under the pier (classy worker me!!) her sister who was driving had got sick of waiting and fucked off home. So I invited her back to our B&B... and being the gentleman I am said I'd drive her home the next morning (Though I had no intention of doing so... I'd never heard of Horwich, I thought she had said Norwich)

 

Well we got back to said B&B to find that my mate who had copped off with another bird was nowhere to be seen and he had the key... there were no mobiles in these days!

 

So now i was stuck in Blackpool with a moaning bird, with no room and the prospect of driving to East Anglia in the morning... I wasn't happy at all! mind you I did get my leg over so it wasn't all bad. It was and is a rare occurance!

 

We were wandering about B&Bland in Blackpool at 3.30AM wondering what the fuck to do when I saw a light on... I knocked the door expecting to be told to fuck off but the landlord was watching the Mike Tyson fight gave us a room for the night.

 

I got up in the morning (after another session of mad passionate fumbling) and wanted to make my escape, but she was tighter to me than a limpet.... I found out that Horwich was only about 25 miles away so I decided to do the decent thing and take her home.

 

We got on well sober.. actually hit it off on the way back in the car so I asked her up to visit me in Scotland a few weeks later... and it all went on from there.

 

That's how i ended up in Bolton (well Horwich)

 

How i ended up going to Wanderers is a whole different story.... my English team at the time was......

 

first one to guess gets a +1 (it'll take a while)

 

Hudderfield?

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Queen of the South ?

 

QoS are my Scottish team... after I fell out of love with them I kind of followed an English team

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Newcastle.

 

Nope, my mate awas a barcode though so I did go watching them with him now and again

 

I reckon it's Ipswich or Notts Forest because of your age and they were successful around that time. I'll go with Forest :)

 

Nope. I'm not a gloryhunter...

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Derby County?

 

Nope,

 

A clue is that I am a believer in supporting a local team but I fuckin hated (still do) Carlisle with a passion so they weren't an option. I didn't support this team, just used to watch for their results and went to a few games because I love football.

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Blackpool

 

All the jocks love it there

 

No, definitely not

 

Sticking with the "Queens" connection, I will go for QPR being the team?

 

hardly local and I would never follow a team with Rangers in their name!

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No, definitely not

 

 

 

hardly local and I would never follow a team with Rangers in their name!

Did not pick up the local bit. Another guess, Workington?

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