I simultaneously love and loathe England matches on weekdays. I loathe the fact that football fans cram onto the already packed trains taking up commuter spaces and delaying people’s journeies home - and yet, occasionaly you can’t help but be entertained by the antics of the fans.
Last night a very loud group of quite drunk lads got on the train at the first stop and proceeded to debating rather loudly weather ot not they were better off staying in this train or finding their way to Marylebone to get the train to Wembley Stadium Station. They decided to stay - so they could chat up the 3 blonds at the other end of the carriage, and by chat up I mean shout at. They didn’t seem to mind and shouted back.
One of them got into a debate with an old lady – which was more yummy the jerk Chicken in her shopping bag or the turkey sandwich his mum had made him for the journey apparently she said “If you’re off to London for the day – I’ll make you a sandwich !”
They were loud they were drunk, they were obnoxious, they were funny, Wembley wouldn’t be the same without them.
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