21:24, Sun 12 May
last year i was in sillot majorca,when vile played the second leg v boro.
i had been tanning my beautifull body on the beach,and half sleeping with one eye open,clocking the topless ladies playing frisbee.
hoping for an overthrow,and wishing the multi coloured flying dish lands near my speedos.
then the misses comes back from playing bingo,now im hoping that when the nice one flipps a douple spinner,coming towards my stretchy swimwear,and a sniper on the fith floor of the playa blanca takes it out with one shot,bang bang bang.end if game,im saved.
she is very observant and would notice any small movement downstairs,and she would send me to bed early without my cuppa soup.
then i had a good idea,and i fell asleep.
i woke up the same day and we went back to our room on the fith floor of the playa blanca,we got some beers and wine from the el bongo supermaket just around the corner.
wacked them down,so i went and got some more,it seemed a bit further,this time.
wacked them down,she said darling your are so handsome and i worship the flipflaps that you walk on [she never said the last bit,i put it in for the comedy affect]shall we stay in tonight and watch the spainish homes under the hammer.
nickers,the vile are playing in the play off second leg soccer match.
so we went out to find a bar showing the match.

ill admit most of this so far is untrue,other than the location and my beautifull body,from here its true.
we found an irish bar showing the game.
i had a couple of my usual crappy spanish beers,she had some girlie wines.
the place was quite full,just before kick off.
i stood up and shouted,any villa fans in here,the was about 15 who piped up,so i asked them one at a time,what part of birmingham are you from,not one,it was like listenening to the a to z of staffordshire,one bloke said i worked in birmingham for 2 years.
one of them said,who do you support,i said im a brummie guess,


the misses wasnt impressed and told me to shut my gob.
the match started,vile 1 nil up from the firt leg,i couldnt stop myself with the odd come on boro,and a few heads turning.
we had some more crappy spanish beer and girlie wines for the lady.
second half,i couldnt help myself again,the crappy spanish beer had unlocked my brummie vile hatred,i sang keep right on,followed by we are brummies[but not the last w part],and we hate villa more than poo.

she wasnt pleased and buggered off back to the holel playa blanca,shouting your going to bed without your cuppa soup.
she left me the only brummie in a pub half full of staffordshire vilers,i quite liked it.

full time 0-0 they got through.
i stand by the bar [a clever move,if they start on me the barstaff might be on my side]they just walk past me like they have just watched an episode of coronation st.

next morming i woke up and thought about it,and realised that i was out of order,and lucky not to get duffed up.

the final was on the same day that we flew home,i watched about 30 minutes and saw the fullham goal,in a place called arenal,then had to leave.
i found out the final score when i got back home,and liverpool lost in the cl final,it was a double ding dong.

anyway on tuesday im off to the the mar menor in spain,so i will be able to watch the vilers second leg match.
the misses has banned me from taking any blues stuff,shirt,sca​rf,hat,gloves,undercrackers.
i hope i can find a bar thats got the match on,with a few albion fans who i can make friends with and take the piss out of the staffordshires.
21:45, Sun 12 May
Where about on the mar menor?

Somebody will be showing the baggies 😂⚽
21:54, Sun 12 May
santiago de la ribera
21:57, Sun 12 May
bwch y pysgod
santiago de la ribera

Nice area, you might have to do some searching, but there will be somebody showing it.
22:20, Sun 12 May
bwch y pysgod
santiago de la ribera






With chips ?
22:40, Sun 12 May
cheers,ill ask the bloke on reception.
if he cant speak english,ill do it in sign language.
on my hands with my fingers ill make a w and an b and then an a,he will shake his head and look up towards the sky.
then ill make the vile sign,thumb and first finger rounded to make an o shape,with arm going up and down.

aston villa hes says,that was easy.
z natchio is zin uno in papa dingdongs bar justo before it startos.
tell ze papa that zoonez sended u ando i vil get comisionz.
23:51, Sun 12 May
Billy that is a very interesting read - even the self-confessed porkies.
When the mongrels outnumber you and give it the big ‘un I’m convinced that most Blues relish the situation and get even louder and prouder
I’ve come all the way to Los Cristianos , on a low profile modelling assignment too but will maybe find time on Tuesday evening to perch on a bar stool with a cold beer and watch the second leg..
Not sure that The Baggies can handle the Ginger Smith footballing abortion , so hoping that Leeds end their horrific failure in the play offs and consign the fekkwits from Lozells to another defeat.
She’s out of order and if she doesn’t behave herself she’ll miss out on this Summer’s Black Country extravaganza
Enjoy Mar Menor
Pop over to the Hotel Prince Phillipe at La Manga and enjoy a wonderful breakfast on the terrace x
Rosie ....Ohh Rosie ....I'd like to paint your knickers Blue and White !
08:08, Mon 13 May
Unfortunately my mums husband is vile. In all fairness, he looks after my mum and treats her well, so I overlook his major failing.

On his stag do, I was the lone blues supporter. Unfortunately the minibus we were on collectively made a huge mistake, they decided to sing a song about Birmingham and were we listening, it was a shame to be honest, I was looking out the window and couldn’t quite concentrate/listen to whatever tune they were attempting to create, there was some road kill I could see and I couldn’t work out if it was a squirrel or not?

Anyway, after their little attempted singsong, I burst into the loudest solo kro you’ll ever hear, followed by every blues song known to man. All the way back from Warwick races to redditch. Upon re-entry into redditch, one of the lovely chaps decided he needed to get out of the mini bus and go for a pint on his own at the dog pub, I believe it was because he was so gob smacked at my ability to hold a tune for such a prolonged period of time, he felt like he needed to absorb the moment on his own. I recently heard he was fighting back tears because he couldn’t get his head around how someone could be so proud of their club...

Anyway, the night went off peacefully, 14 of them against me, after the minibus journey not a single one of them spoke to me again. It was bliss.

My mums fella, a few days later thought I should apologise to his MATES at the wedding????

What for? You lot (14 of you started singing anti blues songs) and I single handedly out sang you all. Jog on, saved myself a few quid not having to buy pints for people at the wedding, win win in my book.

Moral of the story, don’t sing at a blues fan, unless you have a good armoury of songs to sing back at him.

Kro....
08:33, Mon 13 May
Ben that's a cracking example of exactly what I was banging on about.
They are just 'different' !
Rosie ....Ohh Rosie ....I'd like to paint your knickers Blue and White !
08:52, Mon 13 May
bwch y pysgod
last year i was in sillot majorca,when vile played the second leg v boro.
i had been tanning my beautifull body on the beach,and half sleeping with one eye open,clocking the topless ladies playing frisbee.
hoping for an overthrow,and wishing the multi coloured flying dish lands near my speedos.
then the misses comes back from playing bingo,now im hoping that when the nice one flipps a douple spinner,coming towards my stretchy swimwear,and a sniper on the fith floor of the playa blanca takes it out with one shot,bang bang bang.end if game,im saved.
she is very observant and would notice any small movement downstairs,and she would send me to bed early without my cuppa soup.
then i had a good idea,and i fell asleep.
i woke up the same day and we went back to our room on the fith floor of the playa blanca,we got some beers and wine from the el bongo supermaket just around the corner.
wacked them down,so i went and got some more,it seemed a bit further,this time.
wacked them down,she said darling your are so handsome and i worship the flipflaps that you walk on [she never said the last bit,i put it in for the comedy affect]shall we stay in tonight and watch the spainish homes under the hammer.
nickers,the vile are playing in the play off second leg soccer match.
so we went out to find a bar showing the match.

ill admit most of this so far is untrue,other than the location and my beautifull body,from here its true.
we found an irish bar showing the game.
i had a couple of my usual crappy spanish beers,she had some girlie wines.
the place was quite full,just before kick off.
i stood up and shouted,any villa fans in here,the was about 15 who piped up,so i asked them one at a time,what part of birmingham are you from,not one,it was like listenening to the a to z of staffordshire,one bloke said i worked in birmingham for 2 years.
one of them said,who do you support,i said im a brummie guess,


the misses wasnt impressed and told me to shut my gob.
the match started,vile 1 nil up from the firt leg,i couldnt stop myself with the odd come on boro,and a few heads turning.
we had some more crappy spanish beer and girlie wines for the lady.
second half,i couldnt help myself again,the crappy spanish beer had unlocked my brummie vile hatred,i sang keep right on,followed by we are brummies[but not the last w part],and we hate villa more than poo.

she wasnt pleased and buggered off back to the holel playa blanca,shouting your going to bed without your cuppa soup.
she left me the only brummie in a pub half full of staffordshire vilers,i quite liked it.

full time 0-0 they got through.
i stand by the bar [a clever move,if they start on me the barstaff might be on my side]they just walk past me like they have just watched an episode of coronation st.

next morming i woke up and thought about it,and realised that i was out of order,and lucky not to get duffed up.

the final was on the same day that we flew home,i watched about 30 minutes and saw the fullham goal,in a place called arenal,then had to leave.
i found out the final score when i got back home,and liverpool lost in the cl final,it was a double ding dong.

anyway on tuesday im off to the the mar menor in spain,so i will be able to watch the vilers second leg match.
the misses has banned me from taking any blues stuff,shirt,sca​rf,hat,gloves,undercrackers.
i hope i can find a bar thats got the match on,with a few albion fans who i can make friends with and take the piss out of the staffordshires.

I can’t stop reading this thread and pissing myself laughing, gold again for Mr Fish👍
09:24, Mon 13 May
Brilliant Ben. On a similar vein, me and Mrs Bluesince had been to an away game, can't remember where, but we may possibly have had a few aperitifs 😇 our train went into Brum before going back out to Roojelly. We had totally forgotten about the vile playing the Dingles that night - on Sky tv so a late KO. Stopped at Witton didn't it? 100's of happy little vilers piled on, me and the Mrs the only Blues on the train 😁.
Course they had just thumped Dingles 4-1? so were a bit 'bullish' - well after 10 minutes the hackles were up - me and her giving it the loudest KRO we could muster to what was by then a silent 3 carriages, followed by some very high pitched (and scarily accurate) 'veeela!'s'. I still don't know how I didn't get my head punched - Mrs has a theory that they all thought we were a decoy for a load of Zulu's hiding up the carriage, just waiting for an excuse, which gave the vilers pause for thought, why else would a lone middle aged Blues fan in a peaky and with his Mrs be so bold? - she might well be right! 🤣
All I heard was a goon about 5 rows back say to no one in particular 'There's noses there, we gonna stand for that?'...no one answered him, not a peep.
We did get some very hard stares as the train pretty much emptied at Lichfield, the Mrs (Bless her) was just grinning and waving at them as they filed past our seat down the train and giving a cheery 'Byeee, see you' 🤣🤣
09:33, Mon 13 May
Loving this Thread on a Monday morning

😎
09:58, Mon 13 May
Bluesince62
Brilliant Ben. On a similar vein, me and Mrs Bluesince had been to an away game, can't remember where, but we may possibly have had a few aperitifs 😇 our train went into Brum before going back out to Roojelly. We had totally forgotten about the vile playing the Dingles that night - on Sky tv so a late KO. Stopped at Witton didn't it? 100's of happy little vilers piled on, me and the Mrs the only Blues on the train 😁.
Course they had just thumped Dingles 4-1? so were a bit 'bullish' - well after 10 minutes the hackles were up - me and her giving it the loudest KRO we could muster to what was by then a silent 3 carriages, followed by some very high pitched (and scarily accurate) 'veeela!'s'. I still don't know how I didn't get my head punched - Mrs has a theory that they all thought we were a decoy for a load of Zulu's hiding up the carriage, just waiting for an excuse, which gave the vilers pause for thought, why else would a lone middle aged Blues fan in a peaky and with his Mrs be so bold? - she might well be right! 🤣
All I heard was a goon about 5 rows back say to no one in particular 'There's noses there, we gonna stand for that?'...no one answered him, not a peep.
We did get some very hard stares as the train pretty much emptied at Lichfield, the Mrs (Bless her) was just grinning and waving at them as they filed past our seat down the train and giving a cheery 'Byeee, see you' 🤣🤣

Love it 62, god bless you and the good lady👍👍👍KRO
14:26, Mon 13 May
didnt happen
20:07, Mon 13 May
Were you on the train? If you were, think I know which stop you got on 👍