Right i'm fucked, hence this story, i may have told it before and it may also be one of those "you had to be there" moments, but i love it, and i fucking love the cock since this point.
Okay, me and another Town fan are out celebrating a win, I forget the game, but whatever, it doesn't change the story.
We end up in The Apartment, already cunted, and bump into a load of town players.
We get chatting to Peacock,who basically paid for every drink, and had a proper laugh with him.
We didn't chat football, at least not Swindon, hence probably drinking all night with him.
Anyway, my mate; a bit of history.
He is an ex-pro footballer who was at Liverpool, when Evans was manager, and had the same agent as Gazza ( i forget the name) and was also touted to play in the 2006 world cup.
He was class as fuck, a true John Terry of a centre half who could also play as a central mid and striker. He was once on Sky hitting the bar with a 35yd bender as a striker?!
My friends career was ended at 21 by a pretty bad knee injury, beer and fags.
Remember, he was playing at pro level by 17 and had never been out pissing it up. He does his knee and discovers beer. His career never recovered and his contract was cancelled by mutual consent.
Fucking hell, GET TO THE POINT!
Right, my mate says to Peacock, "I could walk into the town team", he looks at my mate and says "fuck off you fat cunt"!
I WILL have his babies, the bloke is a god.
Bit of an anti-climax eh?
Thank fuck for spell check, that took ages, was a complete waste of time and served zero purpose.
