Our spying mission to Prenton Park

Last night myself and 12 scallies embarked on a spying mission that was about as secret as Paris hilton's love life. Our mission took us to prenton park to watch next weeks oponents Liverpool Reserves.
I left the house and travelled through the delightful Birkenhead Tunnel at a cost of £1.40 to appear on the other side in the pissing down rain. I made my way up to the ground and pulled my car onto the car park where two little tosspots stopped me to see if I had a pass, obviously I didn't, and at that point the pair of idiots in their bright orange jackets charged me two quid for the privelege of parking next to a French BMW x5. Things couldn't get any worse.
Quite right, They didn't. It was all upbeat from there. Walking into the reception we were greeted by non other than the Liverpool reserve team manger john mcmahon in his footy boots and shorts, as well as David fairclough the Liverpool legend. The nice lady behind the desk gave us our tickets which said on them "please admit to the vice-presidents lounge and directors box". I thought great stuff. I walked up the stairs and into the lounge where I met a few of the lads who were already there, only to realise the little gobshites were all dressed up and no-one had bothered to tell me. It's ok lads it's only me who looked like a scruffy bastard in my tracky and trainees. Anyway no grudges held we sat down to as much free tea and coffee as you could stomach. That's great if you like tea or coffee but if you're fussy like me well it was tuff shit.
About 10 minutes before kick off we took up our padded seats in the directors box placed right on the half way line. Just before kick off we were joined in the posh area by sammy lee the assistant manager of Liverpool along with his little foreign side kick and two foreign plaers who looked like they should still be learning how to tie their shoelaces. The match began and our pens began to write as we looked for something, anything, to help us in our plight. The match was entertaining although it was freezing an pissing down we managed to see three goals in the first half.
At half time again it was back into the lounge for as much tea and coffee as one could take. John Carroll said "I've had three cups of that and my fucking breath stinks" don't blame the coffee john!
In the second half we managed another 3 goals the last of which was an injury time equaliser by Liverpool to make it 3-3. Sammy lee had obviously had enough long before that point when Liverpool were 3-2 down he thought better of it and fucked off out the cold! I probably should of followed him but I wasn't passing off 15 minutes of a free match. The whistle went and it was as if they had said "now you've had a coffee and biscuits you can piss off" so off we went back through the tunnel and back to normality. In more ways than one! Overall a job worth doing and a job done well.