What Have I Done!

el punal said:

This last weekend, me and my friend were all set fair, with train and match tickets, to go to Albion's away fixture at Preston. Disaster struck! Following our dismantling of the Champions of Europe last Monday I returned home feeling positively crap. Bug, illness, virus, man-flu, beri-beri, call it what you will - I was well and truly laid out.

The dear lady wife insisted I dose myself in readiness for the the forthcoming trip to go "oop north", but to no avail. By Friday I still felt terrible. Then . . . the bombshell!!

"I'll go instead of you." declares Mrs.Punal. I couldn't argue. So, on Saturday, the memsahib and my friend left on the 08.20 train, out of Southampton, bound for the northern outpost, whilst I stayed at home coughing and spluttering.

The deed was done, a point was won. And, on Sunday morning, my dear wife says how much she enjoyed the trip, loved the match, thought the Albion were great, and then gave me an in-depth analysis of the game worthy of any of our top journos.

Then . . . . bombshell no.2!! "I would like to go on a few more away trips." she declares.

Now this has really put the cat amongst the pigeons. For me, away trips are the last bastion of a male football fan's idea of perfect debauchery - train booze, pub booze, ground booze, The Match, bit more booze, pub booze, train booze . . . train snooze - home! Perfect.

Does this mean my precious away day activities are now to be drastically curtailed?

Help, advice, and solutions please!

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el punal said:

This last weekend, me and my friend were all set fair, with train and match tickets, to go to Albion's away fixture at Preston. Disaster struck! Following our dismantling of the Champions of Europe last Monday I returned home feeling positively crap. Bug, illness, virus, man-flu, beri-beri, call it what you will - I was well and truly laid out.

The dear lady wife insisted I dose myself in readiness for the the forthcoming trip to go "oop north", but to no avail. By Friday I still felt terrible. Then . . . the bombshell!!

"I'll go instead of you." declares Mrs.Punal. I couldn't argue. So, on Saturday, the memsahib and my friend left on the 08.20 train, out of Southampton, bound for the northern outpost, whilst I stayed at home coughing and spluttering.

The deed was done, a point was won. And, on Sunday morning, my dear wife says how much she enjoyed the trip, loved the match, thought the Albion were great, and then gave me an in-depth analysis of the game worthy of any of our top journos.

Then . . . . bombshell no.2!! "I would like to go on a few more away trips." she declares.

Now this has really put the cat amongst the pigeons. For me, away trips are the last bastion of a male football fan's idea of perfect debauchery - train booze, pub booze, ground booze, The Match, bit more booze, pub booze, train booze . . . train snooze - home! Perfect.

Does this mean my precious away day activities are now to be drastically curtailed?

Help, advice, and solutions please!

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El Presidente said:

I don't want to piss on your chips, but if she thought the Albion were great on Saturday she clearly didn't go to the match, and instead was shacked up in a hotel bedroom with a vending machine rep having carnal relations.

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Thunder Bolt said:

Let her go with your friend. She seems to have more fun with him than with you.

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el punal said:

No need to kick a man when he's already down.

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El Presidente said:

I don't want to piss on your chips, but if she thought the Albion were great on Saturday she clearly didn't go to the match, and instead was shacked up in a hotel bedroom with a vending machine rep having carnal relations.

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El Presidente said:

I don't want to piss on your chips, but if she thought the Albion were great on Saturday she clearly didn't go to the match, and instead was shacked up in a hotel bedroom with a vending machine rep having carnal relations.

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el punal said:

This last weekend, me and my friend were all set fair, with train and match tickets, to go to Albion's away fixture at Preston. Disaster struck! Following our dismantling of the Champions of Europe last Monday I returned home feeling positively crap. Bug, illness, virus, man-flu, beri-beri, call it what you will - I was well and truly laid out.

The dear lady wife insisted I dose myself in readiness for the the forthcoming trip to go "oop north", but to no avail. By Friday I still felt terrible. Then . . . the bombshell!!

"I'll go instead of you." declares Mrs.Punal. I couldn't argue. So, on Saturday, the memsahib and my friend left on the 08.20 train, out of Southampton, bound for the northern outpost, whilst I stayed at home coughing and spluttering.

The deed was done, a point was won. And, on Sunday morning, my dear wife says how much she enjoyed the trip, loved the match, thought the Albion were great, and then gave me an in-depth analysis of the game worthy of any of our top journos.

Then . . . . bombshell no.2!! "I would like to go on a few more away trips." she declares.

Now this has really put the cat amongst the pigeons. For me, away trips are the last bastion of a male football fan's idea of perfect debauchery - train booze, pub booze, ground booze, The Match, bit more booze, pub booze, train booze . . . train snooze - home! Perfect.

Does this mean my precious away day activities are now to be drastically curtailed?

Help, advice, and solutions please!

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El Presidente said:

I don't want to piss on your chips, but if she thought the Albion were great on Saturday she clearly didn't go to the match, and instead was shacked up in a hotel bedroom with a vending machine rep having carnal relations.

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Carrot Cruncher said:

Preston has a LOT of excellent pubs.

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Thunder Bolt said:

Why not? I'm on her side.

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el punal said:

This last weekend, me and my friend were all set fair, with train and match tickets, to go to Albion's away fixture at Preston. Disaster struck! Following our dismantling of the Champions of Europe last Monday I returned home feeling positively crap. Bug, illness, virus, man-flu, beri-beri, call it what you will - I was well and truly laid out.

The dear lady wife insisted I dose myself in readiness for the the forthcoming trip to go "oop north", but to no avail. By Friday I still felt terrible. Then . . . the bombshell!!

"I'll go instead of you." declares Mrs.Punal. I couldn't argue. So, on Saturday, the memsahib and my friend left on the 08.20 train, out of Southampton, bound for the northern outpost, whilst I stayed at home coughing and spluttering.

The deed was done, a point was won. And, on Sunday morning, my dear wife says how much she enjoyed the trip, loved the match, thought the Albion were great, and then gave me an in-depth analysis of the game worthy of any of our top journos.

Then . . . . bombshell no.2!! "I would like to go on a few more away trips." she declares.

Now this has really put the cat amongst the pigeons. For me, away trips are the last bastion of a male football fan's idea of perfect debauchery - train booze, pub booze, ground booze, The Match, bit more booze, pub booze, train booze . . . train snooze - home! Perfect.

Does this mean my precious away day activities are now to be drastically curtailed?

Help, advice, and solutions please!

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el punal said:

Then . . . . bombshell no.2!! "I would like to go on a few more away trips." she declares.

Now this has really put the cat amongst the pigeons. For me, away trips are the last bastion of a male football fan's idea of perfect debauchery - train booze, pub booze, ground booze, The Match, bit more booze, pub booze, train booze . . . train snooze - home! Perfect.

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Thunder Bolt said:

Let her go with your friend. She seems to have more fun with him than with you.

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