My old man doing the Klinsman in my brother's house after Albertz put us 2-0 up at the cesspit on May, 2nd, 1999.
Thing is. He was 62 at the time and my brother's wife to be (they got married later on in the year) was looking on at the antics and you could see the thoughts perculating.
If we have children, they're coming from the same gene pool?
I told this story before at the time.
We went over to my brother's house and he is some bartender. The three of us have a big one just before the game.
We go one up and we're going tonto.
My brother goes into the kitchen to pour us another and Mahe is red carded.
Come back in, come back in. - So we're happy at this.
He goes back into the kitchen to pour us again.
Come in come back in, we're shouting.
Dallas has been bloodied by an object. - Wonderful stuff.
He goes back in to give us a refill.
Come back in, We've been awarded a penalty.
After Albertz's spot kick and my old man doing the Klinsman, we finally did get that second hauf.
It was worth the wait.
Superb stuff.
