After paying several thousand pounds for travel fare and tickets to the World Cup in South Africa, lorry driver Jon Hanford of London only had a few pounds remaining to spend on beer. As an experienced football fan accustomed to mass consumption of alcohol at such events, Jon soon found himself bored to tears half way through the England/USA match.
"It was a bloody God awful thing to endure," lamented Jon. "First off neither us nor the Yanks played worth a shit, and then I began to notice this high pitched buzzing sound all about me. I couldn't stand the bloody fucking noise, twas as if I never heard it before although I must have since I apparently own one of the annoying devices."
Down to his last cigarette, Jon took a slight drag and spoke in a serious tone about the game. "We need more bloody God damn scoring is what we need. Either we need to make the fucking goal as wide as the field or we need to shrink the size of the field so that there is more scoring. Either that or they need to lower the ticket prices down to where a bloke can afford a bloody god damn beer."
Feeling sorry for the sober Brit, the ESPN reporter conducting the interview handed him a few hundred pound notes, "Here you go, maybe this can ease a bit of the pain."
Mr. Hanford was seen later that night at a tavern, sufficiently inebriated, yelling and cheering at every kick and tap of the ball as he watched a replay of the day's match which ended in a tie with neither team being able to score as much as a single goal in a scoreless second half.
