Originally Posted by
SLUDGE FACTORY wrote on Wed, 18 February 2015 10:07
Anyway, the point is that you ended up bantering with your neighbours a fair bit. I had a top-heavy secretary on one side who told me that anything of any value was kept in her bra so if I planned to nick anything it wasn't her handbag that I should have a fish around in; and a mouthy cockney Chelsea fan on the other side. When he realised I was Welsh (it took him about an hour), his attitude changed a bit from jokey banter to "if you win we are going to have a fight. I actually mean it". He was full of it - that he was a Chelsea fan and fed up of people like me in his area and not supporting England (we were south of the river, but never mind). It was getting really quite irritating, and increasingly aggressive. And then, just before the end of the game he learned that I was a Cardiff fan. His face dropped. He was bricking it- he apologised profusely, wished me luck for the rest of the season and left. It was ridiculous. He just assumed that I would deck him because I supported Cardiff. They must be absolutely terrified of us, the poor sods.