Mr_Impartial
A. Trialist
A bit of a late tale as this happened on the eve of our game against Southampton in December but still a drunken tale it is involving none other than Forest striker Adam Newbold.........
My friends were at the German beer market and there were a few drunken scallies making noise next to them. Obvious preconceptions about the group of trouble makers were made so they were ignored until a few of my friends had gone.
Anyhow as often happens after a few beers suddenly my friends struck up a conversation with the drunken louts. One of them was making boasts at being a footballer and a not particularly good one at that. My friends were obviously doubting such claims and demanded proof. And low and behold a wallet with named cards and a flimsy Forest ID pass card were produced..........
It was indeed Adam Newbold. Drunken Adam continued to entertain through his idiotic, bumbling, hammered behaviour and then came a phonecall to my phone........... It was a number I didn't recognise so I let it go to answerphone..........
As I picked up the message I was hit by a mix of shock and high amusement...... My friends had clearly got him to call me as he was highly suggestable at this point and the results were brilliant! Offensive, YES but still bizarrely entertaining.
The key issues of slurring Newbold's message were these:
The rest of the conversation was a difficult drunk mess.
Now obviously my friends wanted more proof so then arriving on my phone a few minutes after the answerphone message was a bleery eyed Adam leaning against one of my mates shoulders oblious to the coventry city scarf that had been draped over him.
Tut tut Newbold, is it any wonder why the reserves has become your home.......
My friends were at the German beer market and there were a few drunken scallies making noise next to them. Obvious preconceptions about the group of trouble makers were made so they were ignored until a few of my friends had gone.
Anyhow as often happens after a few beers suddenly my friends struck up a conversation with the drunken louts. One of them was making boasts at being a footballer and a not particularly good one at that. My friends were obviously doubting such claims and demanded proof. And low and behold a wallet with named cards and a flimsy Forest ID pass card were produced..........
It was indeed Adam Newbold. Drunken Adam continued to entertain through his idiotic, bumbling, hammered behaviour and then came a phonecall to my phone........... It was a number I didn't recognise so I let it go to answerphone..........
As I picked up the message I was hit by a mix of shock and high amusement...... My friends had clearly got him to call me as he was highly suggestable at this point and the results were brilliant! Offensive, YES but still bizarrely entertaining.
The key issues of slurring Newbold's message were these:
- Adam was calling me as, QUOTE "Your mate wants me to call you a c***".
- Adam proceeded using my full name to then call me a "c***", followed by much childish sniggering.
- Adam proceeded to tell me that he was drinking at QUOTE: "The burger bar" with my mate, my mate "the beer burger" later to be renamed "short burger" as he recapped again the point of the call. That being that "Your mate, your mate short burger wants me to call you a c***."
The rest of the conversation was a difficult drunk mess.
Now obviously my friends wanted more proof so then arriving on my phone a few minutes after the answerphone message was a bleery eyed Adam leaning against one of my mates shoulders oblious to the coventry city scarf that had been draped over him.
Tut tut Newbold, is it any wonder why the reserves has become your home.......
