Sitting on the hotel balcony sipping a vodka & listening to a tourist running his battery flat trying to start his car.
Heās German. Itās an Audi.
I learnt some new words other than Scheisse
Iād go and hide if I were you Phil. Heāll be looking for someone to give him a bump-start when he run his battery flat. If itās an automatic youāll need to push it at 40 mph for it to start.
Going out to catch the second half of the Everton game up the pub and bumping into an old mate who i havenāt seen for at least five years, last time i saw him was in Thailand. My plan was to have two or three beers, grab a takeaway and come home. It all went Pete Tong after the fourth beer. Six hours later here i am, a bit wobbly, but he hailed a black cab to take us down the lane so i am home safe and sound.
After the final whistle the pub thinned out a bit, with several disgruntled Evertonians drinking up and getting off. Was sat chatting to a group of Liverpool season ticket holders of many years standing, who all know i am a Saints fan, they all had good things to say about Danny Ings. They were genuinely sorry to see him go, a lot of good will towards him. On the rare occasions he played for them they were impressed with him, especially his commitment. One old guy told me that if he stays fit, Liverpoolās decision to let him go could come back to bite them on the arse. Letās hope heās right.