Winning Post - Pub & Grill

And whilst I am throwing shit at every one else; her's some I want to throw at Lambo, raw meat, pure fucking Viking arrives to play for Harlequins. Dipstick or what.  Vikings are Vikings and Lambo only wanted four things things every Saturday:
1. Score two tries on the national stadium.  He still holds the record for most tries scored in one first class game. Eight, yes 8.
2. Chicken Dansack.  He was addicted even then. he still (vedge dansack for last ten years) is, ask anyone who knows him.
3. Fall gently to sleep singing lulabyes? Get real, Men need sex.
4. Name in headlines in the Sunday papers.

And before we go any further Lambo is still and egotistical dipstick, for being able to produce the above as ten seconds 10 seconds flat. His best time was 10.7.

Some weeks however, he played like crap, didn't get... the rest and by Sunday he was feeling a bit restless, so what does he do:

1. He gets in his fancy TR6 sport-care, he also had a Harlequin (Light blue, chocolate, french grey, brown, magenta and green) right across the back.  This Lad from Featherstone was behaving, sadly like many of them do!  I was guest speaker at their Old Players dinners.  What no tits and porn, get of your a waste of space.  I asked Chief Executive, Davide Longe to give me some honest  feedback. 'Total load of crap'
Hey I must have been good! Is another way of looking at it.  I was good, it was his support system that was crap. Om Davide.

Anyway, I got side tracked. Its Sunday night and Lambo is climbing up the wall.  Aha Its the over 30's night. Where.


Winning Post Pub and Grill of course in the one and only, fucking Harlequin sweet (I know its wrong but so what) is the over 30's night.

Dipstick Lambo does this:

Charm, I'm falling in love with you shit.  My name is Garry Scoefield (Sorry lads, I know some of you have used that one)  and I am captain of Great Britain Rugby League.  Na, I just told the truth? No Lambo you didn't. I'm sure you did your Viking roar that night.  Ye you did , don't give me your pathetic excuses. And, if you fuck up and get Sheila done for Steroids in, the most important ten seconds in her whole fucking life. So no Lambo the truth is out.

Lambo makes no further contact, diddly swat (and is if you hadnt guesd I am not doing anything with Spell Check. Yes this is my dyslexia at its best.

Anyway, just anothe of Lambo's delaying tackticks.

Lambo goes to open his door. A letter on the doormat. A heartfelt letter saying how she really connnected with me and would be sad not to meet again.

Lambo threw it in the bin.  He knew it was wrong by the time he got to work  Only problem was, having thrown it some bin on his way to school, he couldn't contact her again, and it had bothered him ever since as it had her address and number on it.

Om to that Lady, Lambo really is so sorry.

On the other hand it has troubled Lambo so much, ever since that day.

It was one of the best lessons her ever learnt and one he never repeated.

Lambo actually grew up a lot that day. Om Lambo

The |Rovers Dinner. Technically, I never got a full England cap (why is for later) so my description was wrong

My Dad and definitely, A lad from Featherstone.

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