I was lucky enough to attend two matches just recently (Sheffield and Forest). Before the latter one I asked some information on a match thread and as I got some replies I need to clarify some things. First of all thanks for those advices even though we needed to improvise as it was raining. Eventually we decided to have a pre match meal in the pub beside the Junction. Not the best of meals though... Someone thought my username might indicate that my location is somewhere near Sherwood forest. My only connection to that area is that I was in a supporters club bus on the way to Sheffield driving through the old Robin Hood hunting ground. I must admit I am one of those middle aged gloryhunters as I fell in love with the mighty Horns back in 1983 etc... Finnish tv showed regularly matches form England, Paddy Feeney was live and lively on the BBC Saturday Special (or whatever it was called) and it was possiblle to buy Match and Shoot in Finland as well. So, it is Steve Sherwood that is responsible for my username. And I am proud of it! Since then I have made more than 20 trips to London and have witnessed more than 50 (lucky guess) Watford matches. First one being heffield Wed at home 1987-88. Mel Sterland own goal to start with and then considing three... Recently I have been able to come only once in two years. It is great to have a moose in a Watford badge, especially as there is one also in my local teams badge. So, thanks for replies. Hoping that this will be a special season!
I only know a few other things bout Finland A friend who has a PhD in Elves studied there A common language root with Hungary I once watched a weird Finish film about some women who did some form of fishing and looked after an injured German soldier, it was an arty C4 affair
It's long been my dream country [video=youtube;F5zg_af9b8c]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F5zg_af9b8c[/video]
The Rasmus, who had a hit in the early Noughties with "In the Shadows" were from there too. This is not my troll. Not yet anyway.
A virile, young Italian gentleman was relaxing at his favorite bar in Rome, when he managed to attract a spectacular young blonde. Things progressed to the point where he invited her back to his apartment, and after some small talk, they retired to his bedroom and made love. After a pleasant interlude, he asked with a smile, "So...you finish?" She paused for a second, frowned, and replied,"No." Surprised, the young man reached for her and the lovemaking resumed. This time she thrashes about wildly and there are screams of passion. The love making ends, and again, the young man smiles, And again he asks, "You finish?" And again, after a short pause, she returns his smile, cuddles closer to him, and softly says, "No." Stunned, but damned if this woman is going to out last him, the young man reaches for the woman again. Using the last of his strength, he barely manages it, but they climax simultaneously, screaming, bucking, clawing and ripping the bed sheets. The exhausted man falls onto his back, gasping. Barely able to turn his head, he looks into her eyes, smiles proudly, and asks again, "You finish?" Barely able to speak, she whispers in his ear, "No! I Norwegian."
