By Pear
There I was, sitting in the excellent Red ‘n Black Spot Cafe in Fletcher St, Essendon this morning, when who should walk in but star Essendon defender, Dustin Fletcher.
I was on my way out. He was on his way in.
I looked at him. He looked at me. I looked at him again.
Do you think I had the balls to ask him for the $30 for his old man’s bounced cheque from 20 years ago?
Nope.
‘Good luck tonight, mate,’ was all I could muster.
‘Thanks very much mate,’ he replied, pleasantly.
Almost as bad as the day we saw the Crows get off their team bus and decided we would walk through the middle of them and jostle Tony Modra. Until we saw how big he was up close.
3 Comments
April 19, 2008 at 1:07 pm
Pear –
You are the only one of us who has had the luxury of getting close to the elusive bad debt bloke, Fletch.
It’s easy to call out from the safety of the grandstand that you want your $30 bucks back but when it comes to the crunch, your debt collecting skills are exactly as you suggested, ‘weak as p*ss’.
When I had a beef with Fitzroy’s Paul Roos, at least I had the balls to get up close to him and ask him where he was going.
Or at least I was able to request one more goal in the face of Stephen Kernahan, but when it comes to the dollar, your skills were found wanting.
Hang your head in shame.
April 20, 2008 at 7:49 pm
Bit harsh Collie…I do recall an incident at the ‘G many years ago when downstairs having a refreshing ale, the car that had just driven the Miss Australia of the day around the ground, stopped nearby and Pear was the only one who had the front to say hello to her…mind you it did sound like his plums hadn’t dropped and a bit on the timid side…I do believe the accompanying comment from Pear was “Gee, Miss Australia is alright”…can’t recall them ever being ferals!!!!
April 21, 2008 at 9:43 am
You know PEAR when he’s go the beer goggles on, he reckons they all look alright.