Football Supporter Punished by a Bad Pie The Press are about to hang , draw and quarter a poor football fan who had to take drastic action to prevent an accident amidst his friends and fellow supporters. They are alleging that this man with, malice aforethought, trespassed on private property and assaulted the manager of the visiting pub team. Here is the man’s personal recollection of the incident – “I had been ill all over the weekend then was off work for 2 days with a severe bout of Gastro Entiritis. I followed the Doctors orders as I had found previous encounters with the bug to be persistent and debilitating. Things improved to the point I could go back to work on Wednesday, which pleased me as my team had an important match that night. After work, having felt no discomfort, I headed for my local, but found it was full of ruffians, over to support our opponents. Reluctantly, I headed for a pub I would not normally visit, where I had a pie and a pint. I am thinking now that that pie could see me crucified. Anyway, I head to the match and settle in my seat – 2nd row from the front (don’t try getting a Bovril or Pie or getting near the toilets though) However no problem – I had a pee before I left the pub so I’m ready for the match. We weren’t doing great, but I always maintain faith in my team so I’m thinking we will get the result we need. Suddenly, and without warning, the belly bubbles start, followed by the high-pitched bum squeaks!!! Panic sets in – I can never come back here if I wet fart, or worse - follow through. How could I hold my head up with my friends or fellow supporter again. PANIC – PANIC! Think – Think. Then a brainwave. There is a toilet for referees, managers and staff within the tunnel where the teams come out. No time for indecision. I am over the wall and darting like a hare toward that tunnel – I will make it with cloth to spare. Only a few yards to salvation…………then, without warning, a member of the opposing team’s party, body checks me, causing a total loss of balance. I reach for something, anything, to keep me up, not quite making contact the shoulder of the opposing team’s manager. I land awkwardly and feel his boot making contact with my body and the foot of another member of their party stamping on my back. Liberty taking bastards, I think, trying to control my sphincter. On the ground and totally disorientated, I see other shapes piling in. The shapes appear to be Feds, and I feel some relief as I believe they are going to arrest my attackers. Suddenly I am being handcuffed and being read my rights. Needless to say, at that point, I shat myself. The Feds have shown me video evidence that they allege supports the charge made against me. I believe the video evidence will actually exonerate me in light of this honest account I have given I need your support”