Steve´s the captain of the White Hart pool team and he takes it quite seriously, so last week when he had to work and rang up to find out what the score was they decided to wind him up by telling him we had lost. This week I decided to take it up a notch.
In the league you play two games of doubles and five games of singles so you need at least five players. You can use a wild card so you can get away with four for a couple of games.
About an hour before we were supposed to start I texted him to say we´d only got two people. He rang up about 3 seconds later to find out what was going on so I said that nobody had turned up. He said he´d do his duty and ring around everyone. Niel, Ferge and Jayce were already there so they just ignored their phones.
He rang back a bit later to say that he´d got hold of Clint and JD and they were on the way down but couldn´t get hold of anyone else. He also said that Ferge would be down cos he´d spoken to him ealier. That gave us five if they all turned up so he said he´d ring back when we started to check what was going on. I told him that noone had seen Ferge (even though he´d been in the pub with us for two hours) but we´d play with four.
I waited until we´d played both games of doubles and then texted him to say Kev had disappeared and we were going to have to forfeit. We also got Lesa to text him saying we were forfeiting and it was a sham. Unfortunately he then went and rang JD and we hadn´t filled him on the plan so he said it was him, Ferge and Kev who was there. So I went to the bogs to try and convince him me an Clint had gone down Cary´s. The conversation went something like this:
- Nobody turned up so me and Clint fucked off
- Well go back up and play then!
- Nah, too late now mate.
- …. have you been winding me up all night?
- Pffff… yes mate. We´ve all been here for hours!
- You fucker!!!
I then went out and told the boys and we all texted him at the same time saying "Gullible wanker". He was not happy!
We won though!
