If he goes on that thread there'll be a few key points to draw from it
- We agreed the bet late on the Thursday afternoon, at which point I wanted to make sure my money was safe so I began to review Escrow companies that would have held the money until the conclusion of the game. You were unhappy with this as I could pull the money at any time (as could you fwiw)
- The only way you were willing to agree to the bet is if I a) went to a fictitious back street bookie who'd manage the bet for us
or b) I just handed £500 over to a complete stranger on this messageboard with absolutely no comeback for myself (what if I'd coincidentally gotten an IP ban at the conclusion of the game? Cyber high-fives all around for f***ing a mag FTM LOLZ - Not saying I would have or in no way I am trying to discredit those who offered but where's my comeback there?) I'd have been left high and dry.
- We went back and forward and later on that Friday I even suggested that you use PayPal and I will cover the PayPal fees you would incur on putting the £500 down leaving me paying both the £500 and whatever their fees are on top of that game should you have won.
- It was late on a Friday night and after working a full week that doesn't involve wandering around some house you don't own for an occupation and looking after a 1-year-old I was tired and, yes, I did fall asleep.
- I woke up during the night to check where it was and observed that you had noted that I had posted in a while so took the opportunity to discredit me at every turn (he's bottled it, etc; where is he?).
- Eventually in the morning I thought 'fuck it' and decided to agree to your terms (handing money over to a stranger (prehab?) of a rival football team on a messageboard, can you honestly say that you would do the same?) only to be told that you were on the train on the way to your game against Norwich and you didn't have internet banking on your phone (god knows who you bank with who don't have internet banking in this day and age like or what archaic relic you have as a phone that wouldn't allow such a think) and you had called the bet off.
You'll notice that I've barely mentioned anything about this since your return/I've kept really quiet [/Keegan] because I though what the fuck's the point but I'll not take you just pinning all of the blame on me for it not happening.
Even when I said donate a sum to charity after the game you refused iirc, suggesting I wouldn't have done the same (again discrediting me with no factual basis) instead deciding to post another shit anecdote about how good a fan and a bloke you are by helping the community (building a shed for a christian donkey or giving half your mince pie to a Sunderland fan)
For the observers, I know, meltdown, etc but nah, I'm not taking that like. Claiming you knew a backstreet bookie who'll run a betting ring like a 20s gangster, man. What a whopper
Guess I'll find him sitting in the back of a Speakeasy with a nod and a wink, aye? Or in the window of The Victory after paying my 50p to get in to speak to some kind of Sunderland Marlon Brando?
tl:dr, meltdown, bitter mag, championship, etc
I'm well aware of what time I have typed this (obsessed mag on RTG, etc) but I've woken up during the night and had to read that drivel and now I have subjected to whomever reads this now to the same, soz.
