Lambo. Sheilas Gibbons coach and drug dealer.
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Firstly, I need to thank my dad, Clifford Lambert, captain of Featherstone Rovers, no less. He drove me 1,000’s of miles to athletics competitions all over England. He never forced me to train, never put me under pressure to compete. All he gave me was love. Om Dad x
Secondly, Lambo has never taken Steroids in his life.
Here is a lovely example, the one that started his athletics career.
Lambo has just turned fifteen.
He was never into cricket, so over the summer he would find local athletics competitions to take part in. He was so tired of winning toasters and kettles; he would look at the prizes and then decide whether to come first second or third.
You will all know Lambo can be a bit daft! He used to look at magazine , Athletics Weekly to find events. He only went and applied to take part in the AAA (Amateur Athletics Association) National Championships at Crystal Palace London, as you do when called Lambo. They contacted him and said he couldn’t take part as he needed to be a member of a registered club. He said, Normanton Grammar School, after all he would be wearing their vest. They accepted him but in the program it said; Colin Lambert (unattached). Didn’t matter he was in.
Where the fuck is Crystal Palace and how does he get there? M1 still hadn’t been built so, seven hours after leaving Featherstone, dad and I arrive in Crystal Palace and need somewhere to stay. At 0300 the couple next door started screaming, to add to the drunks and the rest banging on all the doors. Not the best night’s sleep.
Lambo was a bit perplexed next day. He was used to running on cinder tracks and grass. A rubber track, apparently the best of its kind in the world.
He makes it to the semi-final. It went like this.
Eight lanes.
Lane 1. Now Lambo had never seen a black person before. He never understood the ‘black and white minstrel show’ so now he was in awe. He had a shiny, blue and red, tracksuit, kit bag with Birchfield Harries emblazoned. He looked seriously quick and powerful.
Lane 2. similar but Thames Valley AC. He kept practising starts, running 10m and nonchalantly walking back.
Lane 3. A total poser, stripping off ,laying his kit very neatly by his designer bag. Gateshead Harriers.
Lane 4. same as above, but another Birchfield Harrier.
Lanes 5,6 and 7, were just scary. The junior elite (Under 15’s) of UK athletics.
Lane 8. A very odd looking lad with a baggy tracksuit and a duffel bag. The one and only Lambo. Our very own, Lad from Featherstone.
The Lad from Featherstone only went and won his semi-final! He also won his 200m semi-final, as us lad's do!
The rest is for later, His goddess needs her coach.
Have a nice day.
Lambo.
For my next post click here.
Firstly, I need to thank my dad, Clifford Lambert, captain of Featherstone Rovers, no less. He drove me 1,000’s of miles to athletics competitions all over England. He never forced me to train, never put me under pressure to compete. All he gave me was love. Om Dad x
Secondly, Lambo has never taken Steroids in his life.
Here is a lovely example, the one that started his athletics career.
Lambo has just turned fifteen.
He was never into cricket, so over the summer he would find local athletics competitions to take part in. He was so tired of winning toasters and kettles; he would look at the prizes and then decide whether to come first second or third.
You will all know Lambo can be a bit daft! He used to look at magazine , Athletics Weekly to find events. He only went and applied to take part in the AAA (Amateur Athletics Association) National Championships at Crystal Palace London, as you do when called Lambo. They contacted him and said he couldn’t take part as he needed to be a member of a registered club. He said, Normanton Grammar School, after all he would be wearing their vest. They accepted him but in the program it said; Colin Lambert (unattached). Didn’t matter he was in.
Where the fuck is Crystal Palace and how does he get there? M1 still hadn’t been built so, seven hours after leaving Featherstone, dad and I arrive in Crystal Palace and need somewhere to stay. At 0300 the couple next door started screaming, to add to the drunks and the rest banging on all the doors. Not the best night’s sleep.
Lambo was a bit perplexed next day. He was used to running on cinder tracks and grass. A rubber track, apparently the best of its kind in the world.
He makes it to the semi-final. It went like this.
Eight lanes.
Lane 1. Now Lambo had never seen a black person before. He never understood the ‘black and white minstrel show’ so now he was in awe. He had a shiny, blue and red, tracksuit, kit bag with Birchfield Harries emblazoned. He looked seriously quick and powerful.
Lane 2. similar but Thames Valley AC. He kept practising starts, running 10m and nonchalantly walking back.
Lane 3. A total poser, stripping off ,laying his kit very neatly by his designer bag. Gateshead Harriers.
Lane 4. same as above, but another Birchfield Harrier.
Lanes 5,6 and 7, were just scary. The junior elite (Under 15’s) of UK athletics.
Lane 8. A very odd looking lad with a baggy tracksuit and a duffel bag. The one and only Lambo. Our very own, Lad from Featherstone.
The Lad from Featherstone only went and won his semi-final! He also won his 200m semi-final, as us lad's do!
The rest is for later, His goddess needs her coach.
Have a nice day.
Lambo.
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