King Kenny
Many moons ago, my cousin who isn't really my cousin played football for a youth team in Southport (Merseyside). We all went to watch him play one Sunday.

Now, it had been mentioned previously that one Paul Dalglish, son of then (and now) Liverpool manager played on the same team as my cousin who's not really my cousin and there was a change that his dad would be watching him play. I was quite excited about this.

As we're stood watching the game, my dad nudges me and points to a bloke stood about 10 feet away. It's him. Kenny fucking Dalglish. So my dad says "go and get his autograph!" I say "how? I can't just walk up and ask him". "Start a conversation and then do it" says my dad.

So I wander over and stand next to King fucking Kenny fucking Dalglish. I did a little wee, I was that excited.

I stand there and wait for something signifigant to happen in the game, so I ca pass comment and start a conversation.

And then it happens. A dreadful challenge. One of the worst I've seen. The victim of the tackle lost teeth, for fuck's sake (I'm not kidding).

So here's my chance, a conversation starter. I say "Jesus Christ, that's the worst tackle I've evr seen! That has no place in the game, he should be banned for life! Don't you think..."

To which Kenny Dalglish replies "that's my son!"

No more conversation, no autograph.
(ScousersPet, Thu 12 May 2011, 21:52, 1 reply)

kenny dalglish isn't exactly a god
i called ian wright a deckchair
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 12 May 2011, 22:16, closed)