Whilst masturbating furiously and rabidly describing nothing happening during the aforementioned Man United Champions League match or some such guff.
Such is my opprobrium for his faux shock sports jock commentary style and 606 hosting I've not listened to a five live commentary game in years...
Think I was one of the hardy 1,073 souls at that game. What a bizarre set of circumstances to be watching us at the Priestfield and yet despite that the Rainham end almost became 'home' for those two seasons and the pub on the corner by the roundabout with the old school saloon bar and wood...