Phoenix Pool Cue

Phoenix Pool Cue

Saw this else where

http://cgi.ebay.com.au/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=150206080496&ssPageName=ADME:B:EF:AU:1123

That's for a Sydney one, but the picture below shows a range for the whole A-League, kosher or knock-off? - never seen any Phoenix pool cues in the club shop.

if they stop Madhouse (or should that be MADHOUSE) taking his umbrella in, I don't fancy your chances of showing your undying support by waving a pool cue round 

Did they really stop him bringing his brolly in - I thought it said in the stadium regs that you are allowed brollys as long as you dont sit and block the person behind you's view

to be honest i don't know, i just couldn't think of a better way to start rabbiting on 

(though i don't remember seeing it at the last couple of matches - oh well, at least he can SHOUT to his heart's content)

http://cgi.ebay.com.au/OFFICIAL-WELLINGTON-PHOENIX-FC-POOL-CUE-FREE-SHIP-AUS_W0QQitemZ160199039405QQihZ006QQcategoryZ21212QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

Vintage Yellow Fever boat neck shirt 

Couldn't read it...

Brilliant

I've got a t-shirt that has Begbies version of the story on the front, then Tommys on the back.

Bought during university - so only fits my drawer now.

The joys of IMDB

Begbie:
Picture the scene: The other f**kin' week there, doin' the f**kin' Volley with Tommy, playing pool. I'm playing like Paul-f**kin'-Newman by the way. Givin' the boy here the tannin' of a lifetime. So it comes to there, during the last shot, the deciding ball of the whole tournament. I'm on the black and he's sittin' in the corner looking all f**kin' biscuit-arsed. When this hard c**t comes in. Obviously f**kin' fancied himself, like. Starts staring at me. Lookin' at me, right f**kin' at me, as if to say, "Come ahead, square go." You ken me, I'm not the type of c**t that goes looking for f**kin' bother, like, but at the end of the day I'm the c**t with a pool cue and he can get the fat end in his puss any time he f**king wanted like. So I squares up, casual like. What does the hard c**t do? Or the so-called hard c**t? sh*tes it. Puts down his drink, turns, and gets the f**k out of there. And after that, well, the game was mine.

Tommy:
It was Wednesday morning. We were in the Volley, playing pool. That much is true. But, Begbie is playing absolutely f**king 'gash!'. He's got a hangover so bad, he can barely hold the cue, never mind pot a ball. And I'm doing my best to lose, you know trying to humour him like. But it's not doing any good. Every time I hit the ball, I seem to pot something. Every time Begbie goes near the table, he f**ks it up. So he's got the hump, right? But, finally I manage to set it up so that all he's gotta do is to pot the black, to savage a little bit of pride, and maybe not kick my head in, yeah? So he squares up... pressure shot...And it all goes wrong, big time!. He picks on this stinky wee gage at the bar, accusing him of putting him off by looking at him. I mean the man hasn't glanced in that direction.

"so only fits my drawer now"   -  great line