SAVING A LIFE II
Now there were a bunch of Turkish lads who frequented the joint – more for the fact that they are semi-pro punters and the bookies was right next door – as opposed to just having a mere healthy love of the beautiful game. So full of life, they are. Yet to say that this group were temperamental will be a grand understatement. Matchday with them was synonymous with drama. For instance, the typical missed sitter by say a Gabriel Agbonlahor or a Jozy Altidore (and thank goodness these "strikers" no longer steal a living in the Premier League) and my Turkish cousins will cuss out the TV shaking their balled fist in fury. You did not have to be a language expert to tell that they were swearing but what was being said, only Lord knows. And from their conduct, I wouldn't be overly shocked if they didn't know what they were saying themselves. Occasionally, a team that they had bet against will score a nice little goal and an innocent glass or bottle had to h