This is a fabulous post about the MOALM fron Gav: From [email protected] Tue Mar 26 12:14:45 1996 Reply-To: Gavin Burnage <[email protected]> Subject: LU: Meet Report
Time for a change at the top of our club I think - Wilko has worked many wonders but now we need a fresh approach. What we saw on Sunday is something I've seen too often over recent months and years. Football aside it was a memorable weekend, and in the style of Boocock here are some of the things I remember in an incoherent order. == Roger's suit and tie. The man was a model of sartorial eloquence (he still went round bellowing "bollocks" every two minutes though) First ever public appearance of Muckshifter Brendan McWilliams being 5' 1" instead of the widely expected 7' 2" Vic's custom-built [email protected] jackets David and Kate Brennan's his and hers matching wembley 96 t-shirts Voice's brother being a total Boffin Simon Cunningham and Voice continuing the "trendy bands no one's heard of" thread (I made an excuse and left to avoid saying anything embarrassing like "what do you reckon to Abba then?") Graham White looking, erm, staggering Four people in Leeds tops in a Pizza parlour asking for their white wine to be properly chilled and served in an ice bucket Being I told I don't look like Cantona any more but that top cool trendy Italian blerk whose name I've forgotten again (remind me DRB) James Lundon buying me a pint Boocock's banner even if it didn't get on telly, complete with stains Champagne and curry Guy Thornton's threadbare wolley hat and the little plastic model of him above the bar in the Constitution (right down to the moustache) Stuart Lee nibbling his pint of lager nervously till Bob Case arrived with his raffled ticket Singing outside the Fox and Hounds after the police "raid" which some intemperate next door neighbour provoked at the uneartly hour of 10:45pm. Finally meeting another of the list's Andy Kings John Lee being described as "a fat version of Gary Speed" The extremley loud-mouthed whingeing lass sat behind me in the ground shutting up a bit after I told her to (well really it was worse than the list on one of its hungover/pissed off days except that I couldn't delete it) Some blerk winding Vic's elbow up and down saying "I am a Leeds fan from Leeds, You are a Leeds fan from Los Angeles: I shake your hand" Revd Lee distributing Opal Fruits at half time Talking Welsh to Mike Cheetam's girlfriend Talking crap to just about everyone else (okay my Welsh wasn't exactly much kop either) The poor kid who wandered into the Constitution, packed with Leeds, with a Man U bag on his back. Wobbley Stadium - 3.20 for a "double hotdog"? "We don't sell chips separately"?? I'll be bringing salmon paste sarnies and a flask of Mellow Birds for the Euro 96 games (anyone else off to that btw?) Realising there were two Boococks about - Boocock and Brother of Boocock. A sobering thought, but not for long Gary MacAllister walking resolutely round the Leeds fans at the end of the game to acknowledge us - Nice one Gary. Police-people irritatingly making us walk the length and breadth of Wembley train station to get to our train on the way back instead of letting us straight down the steps to it - then shouting at Adam Woodhall for sticking his foot in the door as we sprinted to make it. Becks getting bought drinks by everybody, all the time Wondering whatever happened to Mark Humphries and Glynn Robinson Rumours sweeping the pub that Joo Tan was present Tim Sherlock laughing at an Amazing Joke which he refused to repeat Nigel Kinder leaving as soon as I arrived Voice of Football is a wanker is a wanker ... well that'll do. Well done people who did any organising for the meets. It was Probably The Best List Meet In The World. Shame about the footie. Cheers, Gav _______________________________________________ Leedslist mailing list Info and options: https://mailman.gn.apc.org/mailman/listinfo/leedslist To unsubscribe, email [email protected] Find us on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/groups/leedslist/ Dave Dowden, a legend, a Totty Twin, a pie man! R.I.P.
