bar room jokes

Every weekend, i'll make my regular visit to the bar in backpacker's inn to watch my arsenal games. I don't get to watch it everyweek, cause FOXTel doesn't screen arsenal game's all the time.

In this bar, there's always chances of meeting funny, interesting, strange people. There are too many interesting encounters with strangers in the bar, too many to share.. So i'll just share 2 here.

There was once i was there to catch the Man Utd - Arsenal game. There was this aussie so called man utd fan beside me, by the name of Owen, and we had a short conversation.

Owen: Who's that standing in goal for Man Utd? (refering to Kuszczak)

Me: He's the second choice goalkeeper. I don't know how to pronounce his name. He's Polish. ( I meant his nationality)

Owen: Oh.. No wonder he didn't look like van der saar.

Owen's mate: Who's that guy? (refering to Kuszczak again)

Owen: His name is Polish...

Owen's mate: Ohhhhhh.... (With that 'i get it' look)

So called man utd fan huh...

There was another time i was catching the Reading - Arsenal game. I was wearing my gunner shirt, so i sat with a bunch of gooners. There was this brit guy from london, i couldn't remember his name. Lets just call him Brit.

(Henry was fouled outside the box. Free Kick)

Stranger at the back of bar: FRENCH CHEAT!

Brit: (Turns his head around, yelling) OI!! F**KING B*****D!!

Stranger: We're not afraid of you!! Come on, there's only two of u.
(referring to me and Brit. The rest of the gooners had their jackets covering their shirt so he can't see from the back)

Me: (Why am i getting involved in this?)

Brit: (yelling back to stranger) F**K YOU! We have... ( started counting heads) We have... 5 ... no (counted again) we have 7. 7 ok? (made the '7' handsign as he spoke).

Me: (Covering me face with my right hand. Shit, i don't want no trouble)

Brit: (Whispering to me) We don't have to fight. I know the guy. We know each other.