Today is dedicated to Mr Browns barmy army!
The quote of the day is: Carlsberg don't do school teams but even if they did we would still be the best in the world.
The morning before the run out on the hallow turf. School was fairly uneventful because nothing of any note happened other than I received an hour detention from Mr Gay. I'm not going there again. We got into Brownies room after a brief trip to the shop and settled down for a talk about tactics. The mini-bus journey there was uneventful. Not like previous dramas. There was no atmosphere in the bus. Just anticipation.
In the shadow of the awe inspiring LGS Stand we parked the mini bus. We stopped and Mr Brown wouldn't let us out. He then proceeded to do an emotional and highly charged team talk in the bus. It went something like. 'Its our last game and we WILL win. We will win. we are the best. We are the best. We ARE the best. WE ARE THE BEST!' We then were waiting around for over an hour to get changed and ready for the game. Then we kicked off. The match summed up our time with Mr Brown pretty much perfectly. The only thing missing was a dramatic shoot out. We started off superbly and Cheesy scored a amazing volley. I gave them a goal (to make it more interesting obviously) and then they were all over us. They scored again. At half time we fought and went at them. Just like we always have under Mr Brown we didn't give up. Even I got going second half. Mark and Josh were spectacular and laid the foundations for us to sustain attack after attack. Tim scored after Cheesy ran half the pitch to see his shot saved. This sparked wild celebration. We carried on and continued to pound away. I had little to do other than a few relatively easy saves however considering my first half form nothing was easy. With Callender getting right into it on the side we pressed and scored and got to half time in extra time. We somehow held on despite one or two scary moments and Ben and Ramones goal saving tackles. We held on for victory and it was a fitting way to bow out of school football. We scored lots of goals. I made my now customary error. We fought and fought. We came off that field with nothing more to give. Most importantly though, we won! Undeservedly? Not a chance. Who ever scores more goals than the other team are deserved winners and we did although by the skin of our teeth.
I then rushed to Cobham in my Cobham trousers and school shirt. I had no shoes and as was quite quickly brought to my attention, my feet absolutely stunk. I mean really, really badly. I apologise unreservedly to Emma, Kelly and anyone else effected by my feet. I walked to the fish and chips shop at the back of waitrose and stood on some fairly sharp stones. Not good. Also the Fish and Chips were pretty horrible if I am honest. Cobham lost and with that pretty much the league too but there were hot dogs at the end and there was mustard!!! I love mustard.
I got home and it was inbetweeners. Always funny as anything and I went to bed.
Friday morning and it was my good Friday. Little did I know however that all hell would break loose during and after English or that I would finish the day with Allana squirting Fairy Liquid all over Mr Gay's whiteboard.
First thing was GCSE P.E and we practised our analysis. The pressure was on each person who got picked out. It was good and I enjoyed that lesson. Next up was Maths and then P.E. Leadership. I couldn't move. Following the previous day's exploits I was sore as hell. That was my first game in weeks. ICT passed with no drama. Then it was English and the was Action with an emphatic capital A.
It started like it was going to be a poor lesson. We were doing a test about poetry in absolute silence when people started handing in things to Clarky. Then next thing I knew was Sam Morgan Slee's shoes flying around and Rikki's Apple. The shoe and apple both flew out the window via Jack Slater. Sam was raging and went on the rampage however Clarky rescued the situation. While Rikki went outside to collect the bits and pieces that went out the window he was going mad. 'You all got heads detention' he said to the people who started the carnage. Rikki from outside screams up to the windown. 'I ain't done nothing wrong why are you giving me Detention.' With this Clarky burst out laughing and told Rikki to 'Get back up hear you Retched Youth!' When we thought English couldn't get any more exciting the bell went and Clarky was giving us a telling off when right outside the window there was a fight. A proper bitch fight with hair pulling and kicking and all sorts and our class had the best view of it. It was like being in an executive box. Charlotte nearly fell out the window and a bottle went past my ear and fly towards the grappling Year 8/9 girls. Phew what a day.
Next I had to serve my one hour with Mr Gay. I filled out his forms appropriately and 45mins passed like 45 days. Then I asked if we could do something. So we cleaned his board. It was filthy. So we gave it the once over and with some fairly liquid got the board spotless. The day still wasn't over though. I had another hour with Mr Clark although this time it was a lesson and not a dt. We went through this and that and he was once again gossiping and punning. He is a funny guy.
That is that
JD
Job Done
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