bricktop
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My own favourite personal memory of a Shred tour, is a few years ago, i did a impromptu evaluation of the state of play. Week off work on leave, just been paid, nothing pressing on the agenda apart from a few days of not doing very much apart from going out and getting drunk as i was the norm then. I decided on the spur of the moment to take myself off to Cornwall for a few days to see the United team on a pre-season tour of the South West. I had spent a summer working down there a couple of years before in a place called Looe, so got in touch with an old mate who let me doss down for a few nights at his gaff so i had my digs sorted so it was off to Cornwall i went.
When i got down there i met up with an old flame who when i worked down there already had a boyfriend so it was not really a goer at the time, but when i went back down i ended up bumping in to her, and she asked me what i was doing the next day which was the day United was at Tavistock, so having never been to a football match and not really knowing much about football she decided to see what all the fuss was about and come with me.
We ended up getting a train from Looe to Plymouth, having a few drink that afternoon in Plymouth Barbican before getting a bus up to Tavistock and having a couple of drinks before the match before settling down to watch a pre-season friendly on a beautiful warm summers night at a picturesque ground. We decided to shoot off five minutes early to get the bus back to Plymouth so we could just about get back to Looe that night. We ended up missing the bus and the next one was in an hours time, so a quick pit stop to the pub was in order, but that also meant missing the following bus and we ended up on the last bus back to Tavistock with plans to get a B&B overnight in Plymouth. By now with a heady mix of the excitement of watching Sheffield United, a surfeit of alcohol and all the joy a warm summers night could bring, the old flame was well and truly rekindled and firing away like a good un.
So the last bus turned up, and we was on it back to Plymouth, no sooner had the bus done about half a mile it was in the middle of nowhere that it suddenly stopped in the middle of nowhere where a group of men was standing by the side of the road. I didn't really think anything out of the ordinary until Shred and about a dozen others got on the bus in a dishevelled state. First thing he did was clock me and say 'what you doing here, young 'un' before sitting in front of us and talking to the lass i was with.
The bus ended up pulling in to Plymouth where we ended up all getting off and the B&B ended up getting put off for another 3 hours or so, in order for me and the lass to have late night drinks with Shred in some boozer up the top end of Union Street with a liberal attitude to licensing hours. It was a superb night and she absolutely loved it in the company of Shred Tours.
That night we ended up leaving the boozer at about half 3 in the morning and just about managing to get a room in the dirtiest, skaniest B&B you've ever seen and paying through the nose for it, we both woke up the next mornng and nursing force 9 hangovers made our way back to Looe, but all she wanted to talk about was what a brilliant night she had watching Sheffield United and about that bloke who looked like a red indian.
She must have made a good impression on Shred, as whenever i cross paths with him nowadays he always asks me 'are tha still in touch wi that lass from Cornwall'
Shred, an absolute and complete gentleman.
My own favourite personal memory of a Shred tour, is a few years ago, i did a impromptu evaluation of the state of play. Week off work on leave, just been paid, nothing pressing on the agenda apart from a few days of not doing very much apart from going out and getting drunk as i was the norm then. I decided on the spur of the moment to take myself off to Cornwall for a few days to see the United team on a pre-season tour of the South West. I had spent a summer working down there a couple of years before in a place called Looe, so got in touch with an old mate who let me doss down for a few nights at his gaff so i had my digs sorted so it was off to Cornwall i went.
When i got down there i met up with an old flame who when i worked down there already had a boyfriend so it was not really a goer at the time, but when i went back down i ended up bumping in to her, and she asked me what i was doing the next day which was the day United was at Tavistock, so having never been to a football match and not really knowing much about football she decided to see what all the fuss was about and come with me.
We ended up getting a train from Looe to Plymouth, having a few drink that afternoon in Plymouth Barbican before getting a bus up to Tavistock and having a couple of drinks before the match before settling down to watch a pre-season friendly on a beautiful warm summers night at a picturesque ground. We decided to shoot off five minutes early to get the bus back to Plymouth so we could just about get back to Looe that night. We ended up missing the bus and the next one was in an hours time, so a quick pit stop to the pub was in order, but that also meant missing the following bus and we ended up on the last bus back to Tavistock with plans to get a B&B overnight in Plymouth. By now with a heady mix of the excitement of watching Sheffield United, a surfeit of alcohol and all the joy a warm summers night could bring, the old flame was well and truly rekindled and firing away like a good un.
So the last bus turned up, and we was on it back to Plymouth, no sooner had the bus done about half a mile it was in the middle of nowhere that it suddenly stopped in the middle of nowhere where a group of men was standing by the side of the road. I didn't really think anything out of the ordinary until Shred and about a dozen others got on the bus in a dishevelled state. First thing he did was clock me and say 'what you doing here, young 'un' before sitting in front of us and talking to the lass i was with.
The bus ended up pulling in to Plymouth where we ended up all getting off and the B&B ended up getting put off for another 3 hours or so, in order for me and the lass to have late night drinks with Shred in some boozer up the top end of Union Street with a liberal attitude to licensing hours. It was a superb night and she absolutely loved it in the company of Shred Tours.
That night we ended up leaving the boozer at about half 3 in the morning and just about managing to get a room in the dirtiest, skaniest B&B you've ever seen and paying through the nose for it, we both woke up the next mornng and nursing force 9 hangovers made our way back to Looe, but all she wanted to talk about was what a brilliant night she had watching Sheffield United and about that bloke who looked like a red indian.
She must have made a good impression on Shred, as whenever i cross paths with him nowadays he always asks me 'are tha still in touch wi that lass from Cornwall'
Shred, an absolute and complete gentleman.
