I had attended a fuckload of games at the piggery where not only we didn’t win, we barely ventured over the halfway line.
Being there when that goal went in was indescribable. There was actually a grainy video kicking about which was the closest I’ve ever seen to showing the sheer joy of scoring there against the cun.ts. Sadly deleted from YouTube over the years never to be seen again.
Anyway, another reason(of many) why the wee man would never have to buy a drink in my company.