I've had a dream

"Football, football, football!" she moaned, "that's all you ever talk about. It's your whole life. You never take me out. You never buy me presents. You're either at a match or watching one on the box. I bet you can't even remember when our wedding anniversary is."
“Yes I can”, I said, “It’s on the same date that Man Utd played Brighton in the FA cup final.”
Next thing I was at the Keepmoat with her, a treat designed to cheer her up and stop her moaning, and to make her realise that I’m not selfish. Dead vivid it was as the announcer read out the team list, and my wife asked me what I was looking so thoughtful about. I said “Coppingers back”. She said “how’s he done that?” I said “done what?” She said “how’s he injured his back?”...... I remember thinking to myself that it’s going to be a long match.
Then she said “I’m off for a cuppa, want one?” I said “Aye, I’ll have a Bovril please”. Ten minutes later she was back and I sat back with my drink. “What’s this?” I asked as I took my first sip. “It’s Bovril, what you asked for”, she said. “Oh, I said, I’m not complaining like but I’d prefer it without milk and sugar next time!” (if there is a next time ).
Following a few minutes silence she said “I like that John Terry Me!” I said you know nowt about him”. She said “I do!” so I said "okay then, if you know so much about him what's his best position?"... she said "missionary according to my magazine!” I told her not to say any more ‘funnies’ until my ribs had stopped aching.
Anyway the game eventually kicked off and the first half was closely fought. I was surprised how physical Portsmouth were. It seemed the gorilla like antics of their manager kept the players wound up to such an extent that had the ref been neutral, and not a ‘bigger club’ favourer, they wouldn’t have a full complement of players on the pitch by half time.
Second half started with the game goalless. Then after 49 minutes, Brooker crossed from the left to Sharp, who slid the ball back for KEEGAN to plant the ball into the roof of the net from outside the area.
Portsmouth threatened to level on a couple of occasions and even missed a penalty ( 59 minutes) awarded by the ref for no known reason, Woods saving in unorthodox style by kicking the ball straight back in the direction it came from! Portsmouth continued with their crude tactics but to no avail as Rovers clinched the points.
Rovers 1 Portsmouth 0

you on the funny mushrooms, your dreams are getting more and more like a work of art

love it , what the hell do you eat before going to bed .or rather pop down your throat BB ?