Swindon last week afforded me amour propre that I thought may be evident but was evident beyond doubt.
A ‘gentleman’ in front of me, at least 30 years my senior, was apoplectic in his considered presupposition as to how his ‘greens’ were doing.
He couldn’t make his mind up, ‘get rid of it’, ‘who the f*c* was that to (as the said player ‘got rid of it’) ad Infinitum until the final whistle blew.
All opinions are as relevant as all opinions could ever be BUT, dear god I can’t wait until that stand is complete and the Neanderthals revert
A ‘gentleman’ in front of me, at least 30 years my senior, was apoplectic in his considered presupposition as to how his ‘greens’ were doing.
He couldn’t make his mind up, ‘get rid of it’, ‘who the f*c* was that to (as the said player ‘got rid of it’) ad Infinitum until the final whistle blew.
All opinions are as relevant as all opinions could ever be BUT, dear god I can’t wait until that stand is complete and the Neanderthals revert
