Was explaining how betting works to my eldest son today (he's 6) and I told him that we would both have a fiver on todays match (Man Utd-Swansea). I go 3-1 and he goes 1-2.
19/1.
The little bugger walks off with a ton.
Fear I may have created another Keith Gillespie in the space of one afternoon.
I've got a mate who was mates with Pat Howard and Stewie Barrowclough long before they played for us. He hasn't seen Howard since he left Newcastle but he's still friends with Barrowclough who lives in Barnsley and I think he's working in a glass factory after his fruit business went down the shitter.
How did he like those apples? Not much I'm guessing?
well there wasn't 7 managers gone in under a week that day.
He talks about good guys losing their jobs and how he hopes they find new clubs soon etc etc trying to play the good management citizen when he'd been scheming behind another managers back for months waiting to take his job.
Find the whole act a bit irksome tbqh.