The 'Real' Derby.....

This is a story about one of the fleeting characters in the life of the Bar....

Willie (or was it Johnny or Davie?) was a mid-30's labourer working away from home, and he'd got himself involved with one of the 'local' lasses.

In fact she wasn't local at all, but a fat lass from Newcastle, and when he was here he stayed in her Mum and Dad's house, quietly trying to not rock the boat (or the bedsprings apparently....).


Anyway, he used to come into the bar on Saturdays and Sundays and get as pissed as he could (in his situation I would have done exactly the same!), and as a keen Glaswegian he was obviously a Manchester United supporter. But a football fan nonetheless...

So this one Saturday 'Willie' says, after scanning the TV-Quick mag, "OK 'Man Behind The Bar...', are you going to be watching the Spanish Football this weekend?".

To which I reply - "Absolutely..".

"Excellent" he says, "You know, it's the 'Real' Derby this Saturday"....

To which I respond - "...??..."


"Aye, it's Real Madrid versus Real Zaragoza....."


Cue astonishment......