Against Blackburn it was my son’s birthday and he wanted to go bowling in the afternoon in Watford.
So I didn’t travel with a some of the lads to the game, I didn’t go down the pub to watch on hurdy-gurdy TV. (Beamed back illegally from Norway). I didn’t listen to the radio. The lads at the game said they would text me if we scored. No news, nothing, zilch.
Realised mobile wasn’t working properly and I needed to know what was going on. So I got my son to use his phone to text my nephew who had travelled to NYC and was watching the game in Nevada Smith’s. Result. Thanks to Nevadas several gooners got the result of a game played 200 miles away, from fellow gooners watching in a bar 3000 miles away in Manhattan.
Hands across the ocean.
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