Originally posted by Drewster
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The match had ended and we had one very gobby player, who was also in the County team. He was a big bloke, maybe 6'4 and 25/26 stone.
He'd round up the opposition so much they wanted to play him and so a wager was placed £200 quid best of 3 frames. He won the first, and lost the second.
There was loads of needle going on, mostly him against the other side.
In the final frame, near the end matey boy went to take a shot when the opposition said something about fkcing his mum!
He went mental, properly mental, threw his cue at the bloke and turned the table over.
'Dont you talk about my mum, I love my mum, you ffffing cnt, dont you say nothing about my mum'
and it all kicked off.
Mum jokes!
Apologies.
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