What for?

Cant say too much yet

So we bowl up there and have a pint, see a gang of familiar faces, not a big group , but then that wouldn’t have worked, we were about thirty handed.

Anyway, we get the brief, wander over to eastlands in dribs and drabs, and meet at turnstile k

Turns out that our beloved neighbours are hosting a uefa conference in one of the function rooms at the admittedly smart ground our council taxes funded. Now thirty lads aged between mid twenties to fifty would attract attention outside such an important gathering youd have thought. Not here they didn’t.

As one we stroll in the main door and head up the stairs, four pound an hour security blokes says ‘alright lads are you hear for the stewards jobs?’

Err yeah, that’s it, stewards jobs

‘its round the other side lads’

been there, yer pal sent us here

‘ok then’

and all of us just stroll in unchallenged to a room full of uefas bigwigs and assorted incredulous members of the media.

We surrounded the tables, and announced it was to be a peaceful protest, even so, the suits made a dash for the doors. Two of our lot followed and were granted an audience with the big cheese himself.

The rest of us waited outside whilst Granada , sky et al grilled us and rapidly scribbled stuff down.

Half an hour later it was over, and we were sat outside mary d’s with a pint. Everyones phones start going and its all over the telly already.

(anon)

Editors comment: This is a direct Copy & Paste from an email I received, from a source I trust impeccably.