Originally Posted by ciderman9000000

When i was a kid i once played in a match in which the ref got bored halfway through the second half and went home. With no-one to blow the final whistle we just carried on playing, the hours turned into days which soon turned into weeks and then months. The game was eventually stopped by the police after two of the opposite side died of exposure, the final score was 1,856-4 to us. In many ways that match marked the end of my childhood - i was nine by full time though at kick-off i was eight - after witnessing one of your best friends biting a kid's shin off just to get at the leather in his boot for sustenence, it's hard to go back to Nickelodion and Pogs. Needless to say, we don't talk about the match much anymore, i found out a couple of years ago that our entire defence killed themselves in a suicide pact in the center circle of the old pitch, it's not in use anymore but is often visited by solemn looking guys in their mid-twenties wearing dark clothes and a thousand yard stare. Football! Bloody hell!