Sven Goran Eriksson - My Fake Diary

Saturday, 4 December 2010

Watford, what a place to go on a cold December weekend.

I couldn't find the stadium when I first got off the coach, but then a rather nice young lady told me we were at Watford Gap service station, not Watford, London.

I thought we had got there a bit early.

Fuck Watford anyway, I'm glad they best us.

They were lucky with all three of their goals.

Not that I saw any of them, I was too busy with the girl from Watford Gap.

I hope the players all got back safely, the driver dropped my off on the way.

Should be a good night, I'm glad I remembered my new 'Beckham' aftershave.