Rubbish game yesterday. Had to play against my old team. Left them because I didn't get on with the new manager. He's a legend at the club apparently but I don't know why because I couldn't understand a bloody word he said. Plus I was sick of never winning anything and didn’t really like the kit. The manager of my new team has also said if I score a hatrick I only have to pay half my subs so it was a bit of a no brainer.
There was a lot of bad feeling from my old teammates and they all tried kicking me and gave me constant abuse for a good hour. In fact they only stopped when we left the changing rooms and got out onto the pitch.
My new lot weren’t much better. To be fair I didn’t have my best game and if I am being honest it was really cold and I would have much rather been indoors with a packet of Monster Munch watching a Touch of Frost on Gold. Love it although it does make me sad when I see how old Delboy is now.
Always hard when you are the new boy and my new teammates were wary. None of the African guys would pass to me and the moody French bloke with the dodgy tache had a right strop when I wouldn’t give him my orange segment at half time. He kissed his teeth at me and muttered “Zut Alors” (perhaps that was the name of the bloke I’ve replaced and they were good friends?)
Having said that there was a really friendly chap called Ashley. He stayed behind chatting to me whilst I was showering and we had a good natter about mobile phones. I thought it was slightly odd because he was fully clothed but was glad he made the effort to make me feel welcome. Sounds like he’s had murder with his ex and said it had left him feeling all confused about stuff. Said that she didn’t understand him and he couldn’t be his true self with her. Poor guy. He winked at me and promised that he’ll take good care of me here so that made me feel better.
I had a big bust up with the missus afterwards because I offered to stay behind and help get the nets down...I thought it was the least I could do after my abysmal performance. She got the right hump moaning that she was hungry and wanted to head off to get something to eat. Luckily my new captain offered to give her a lift and mentioned something about taking her up the Oxo Tower. Her eyes lit up at that suggestion and she seemed happy enough. She won’t be laughing tomorrow when she realises I’ve nominated her to wash the kits this week.
Really nice that the captain made that gesture and I think we are going to be great mates. My missus told me that he even popped round this afternoon to see me but I had just missed him as I had stayed late at training.
I must remember to thank him for the present (a pair of club boxer shorts) he left in my room for me. Strange I thought but apparently its tradition and they obviously do things differently in London. Ha, I remember in my first week at my old club when Captain Stevie and his mates were caught taking things “out” of my house when I first joined so obviously a better class of folk down here.
Anyway diary I’d better sign off now as Ashley has promised to take me down to Clapham Common for an extra training session this evening. The captain and his wife are coming round to keep the missus company...although he did say he wasn’t sure if his wife could definitely make it because they were struggling to get a babysitter but he’d do the honours whatever. What an absolute gent that man is.
I think I’m going to be very happy here.
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