C'mon, we've all had them. Memories which you literally cringe when you recall them.
One which stands out for me is....
90th minute in a high school football match. Losing 2-1. It was a nasty temper-flared game made worse by it absolutely pissing down. I dived to get a free kick just in our half (think against Anichebe actually). Everyone darts forward eagerly awaiting me to pump the ball forward for one last chance.
I look up and pick out the 6ft bean pole defender who has made his way to the edge of their 18th yard box. I stepped up with the intention of landing the ball on his head when I slipped and 'David Beckhamed' it out for a throw in.
I remember glancin to the sidelines and seeing a gang of girls all huddled up under an umbrella in hysterics as as I pulled myself up from the mud pool. I decided not to wipe the mud of my face to hopefully prevent identification from any scouts and more importantly, fit girls on the touchline. I didn't dare look anywhere other than my own half were only the goalkeeper was stood, luckily the full time whistle went seconds later and I was first in the changing rooms.
One which stands out for me is....
90th minute in a high school football match. Losing 2-1. It was a nasty temper-flared game made worse by it absolutely pissing down. I dived to get a free kick just in our half (think against Anichebe actually). Everyone darts forward eagerly awaiting me to pump the ball forward for one last chance.
I look up and pick out the 6ft bean pole defender who has made his way to the edge of their 18th yard box. I stepped up with the intention of landing the ball on his head when I slipped and 'David Beckhamed' it out for a throw in.
I remember glancin to the sidelines and seeing a gang of girls all huddled up under an umbrella in hysterics as as I pulled myself up from the mud pool. I decided not to wipe the mud of my face to hopefully prevent identification from any scouts and more importantly, fit girls on the touchline. I didn't dare look anywhere other than my own half were only the goalkeeper was stood, luckily the full time whistle went seconds later and I was first in the changing rooms.
). I woke up hungover and grabbed a mates jacket an went to get something to eat. I decided on a big muffin and when I got to the till I went to pull my money out of the jacket pocket when I pulled out a condom. What made it worse was there was a few girls from Bolton behind me in the queue - luckily enough, they seemed to be everywere we went that night prompting inevitable questions from mates like "Danny, one of them have just been pointing at you mate" and "Danny do you know them?"
