Picture the scene....
Posh West-End nightclub, late on Sunday night after the play-off
victory. I'm having a celebratory drink in the corner when this lovely girl
comes over and starts to talk.
"Hi, what's your name?", she said in captivating Irish accent.
"Matt", I replied. "Haven't I seen you around...?"
"You may have...", she starts before I excitedly interrupt her.
"I know, I know! You're Andrea Corr!". She blushes as she tucks her arms
behind her back and hides her head behind her shoulder (how many 'hers' in
I take a deep breath.
"I've just returned from Wembley and I thought I'd celebrate here". She
opens her mouth, but pauses. A cute smile starts to form.
"Wembley? You don't support Watford, do you??!". Her smile is getting
"I certainly do! Why? You don't as well, do you!?!".
"I do too!", Andrea said whilst clapping her hands like a five year old.
"Oh my God!", I gasp. We both embrace and skip around together with smiles
as wide as the Channel Tunnel. "We're going to have a good time aren't
we?!?", I wink.
"Absolutely!", she grinned with a cheeky smile.
"Cup of tea?"
"Oh, flip...it's you. Why did you have come in? I was having a fantastic
dream. There was me and Andrea Corr..."