After such a poor game we went to the guinness bar for a drink.
There was a disco ball ballon getting kicked and passed around as a game of keepy up.
As it eventually dropped to me I took an almighty swing to volley it up to the heavens.
As my right foot connected with it at mid thigh hieght it was inexplicably, possibly due to the nine pints of guinness id drank during the day, joined by my left foot.
I seemed to hang in the air, like a horizontal Tim Cahill, before crashing to the concrete floor in a shower of the black stuff. I hit the floor that hard I swear Mick the cat bounced into the air on stage 20 feet away
Bloody fucking falling.
My 57 year old bones are in all kinds of pain today and I swear i have whiplash