Look, there's a very easy way to get rid of a mad old racist.

Basically, this Mad Old Racist sat with me during the game uintil around the 65th minute or so, which was round about the time that Worthington started to make his final substitutions.

Seeing that we were already 3-0 down, with the D'oh sent off, I had remained remarkably patient amidst the casual racism and footballing disaster, until I saw the sight of the substitute striker's stupid slab of a face coming off the bench. That was when I completely lost it.

"Fucking THORNE? Are you taking the f**king piss out of me? That's your f**king answer? Peter FUCKING Thorne?"

The Mad Old Racist was even more scared when I turned round and said, "I've supported this club for 15 years and this c**t has got to be the worst player I have EVER FUCKING SEEN. He can't run, he can't jump, he can't shoot, he can't tackle, he's a f**king c**t and he's f**king s**t."

Worried that he'd met someone even more angry and hateful than himself, the old man made his excuses and quietly left the pub. Which is the only thing for which I will ever have Peter Thorne to thank.

Posted By: Ottosson Foxtrot, Oct 2, 23:53:46