When I played for Pontefract under 13's and 15's whilst batting we used to sneak behind the bar at the Club House and drink lager while nobody was watching. Our coach was out in the middle umpiring.
I concur with this. After doing the very thing myself in my early years. Big heavy bugger it was too. Was great fun, until I lost balance with it, dropped it, and the full force landed on my big toe. Breaking it Never attempted it again after that
What idiot tries running with a cone on their head, any Barnsley fan will tell you it’s much easier with a plant pot
I'm not surprised that they failed. It's not as easy as it looks, trying to get through a window with a traffic cone on your head.
Once played cricket at Ponty in the shadow or Ferrybridge. I was 12 years old playing for St Wilf's School from Featherstone. There was an old bloke sat at the side of the field wearing his overcoat and cap, even though the temperature was in the high twenties. He was sat there with his dog his walking stick and his flask - looked like he'd watched W G Grace! As we walked out to field he said, to no one in particular, "It's a poor surface, it will be a poor bowler that gets among the wickets today." I had the game of my life; 8 wickets for just 3 runs conceded. As I walked off on Cloud 9, to the applause of my schoolmates and the opposition, he looked over at me and said "teld thee." Tw@t! They don't take any prisoners in Ponty - no matter how old you are.
You're lucky you ended up in your bedroom. When I was younger, when the pubs started opening all day (that's how old I am) went on a bender with my mates and woke up in a ditch
Crikey, that was close! They might have had it away with your blue and white tankard from behind the bar.
