Can't say I have had a lot of interaction with Plymouth fans but there was one memorable occasion where I was sat at a garage in Brixton waiting for my car to have an MOT one Saturday morning some years back. It was run by some brilliant Jamaican lads from a unit under the railway arches, as cliche as it sounds all you could smell was burning rubber and pot. An old boy sat next to me, they were taking a look at his battered up Range Rover, one of those that looks like it's earned its retirement, covered in mud. Not the sort you tend to see around London as it had clearly seen countryside. You know when you can just tell someone isn't a local, he was about 80, Caucasian, and dressed like a farmer. I noticed the Plymouth Argyle sticker in his back window and got chatting to him about football. Lovely old boy, said he was up visiting his son and daughter in law in London and car had broke down, so was hoping these lads could fix it. Sat chatting for a good while, both got our cars sorted and wished each other well on our way. Not sure why I've always remembered that encounter but you know when you just meet someone who you click with, despite him being probably 55 years my senior at the time. |
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