Many year's ago,a devoute Liverpool Fan all way's doned a pair of underpant's that he insisted all way's brought luck to his beloved Liverpool football club when ever they played at home match's,he also insisted that while wearing said pant's liverpool's away game's faired well to, but sad to say his beloved wife thought differently and insisted he get rid of them as they were well past there use by date,manky, dingie,holey,a real shock for any one's eye's to behold. but he would not relent, they were as far as he were concerned vital to keep and wear as the magic that he just knew eminated from those thread's that made up the pant's was tuned in by Ghostly departed Fan's of the club of long ago,and it was his mission in life to wear them to all and every match and to never wash them,he forbad his wife from ever putting them into the wash basket in case by washing them the magic would be for ever lost and his beloved Team would be destained to sink to the bottom of the league and for ever to stay there,thus to him it was more than essentiual that he protect this magical pair of underpant's and to gaurd them with his very life if need be. Well his wife was not a Happy lady and was determined to have them one day, Her chance came when her Husband was away with the boy's on a stag do for one of the younger member's of the liverpool supporters club and they had all gone to Amsterdam for a right who har Henry week end and they all were determined to get ever so rat assed out of this World by what ever mean's that came to hand and make this young man's last day's of Freedom day's that he would remember before the inevertable brow beating that his future wife would no doubt would be winding her self up to give him in their future life together. Now she saw her chance and even before her Husband had closed the front door her hand's were on them,she had them in her grasp, a sence of victory swept over her,she held them aloft to inspect them as she just was not prepeared to just put any manky rag's in her pride and joy super dooper washing machine,no,no fair she must inspect them first, on inspection she held her nose and looked this pair of dirty soiled pants all over,her eyes then met with a skid mark,not just any skid mark,but a great deep brown one the length of concord could have landed on, with disgust she through them out into the dust bin as collection day was in the morning and soon they would be gone to the tip where they belong she thought,Well the weekend jolly's over in Amsterdam soon came to an end and the boy's all worst for wear came reluctantly back home all spent up tired but extreamly Happy with their freedom to just be lad's on a mission even just for a couple of day's, well all was well untill the day of the next liverpool match and he went to retreave those lucky pants, he looked every were but could he find those pants,could he ever,wear's my lucky pants he gasp to his bemussed wife,oh them she replied i chucked them out they are most likely in the tip now,land fill she said with a smirk, You what !!!!!!!!! in the tip,,,followed by all manner of word's i just cannot in case children are reading this put down in writing. With out putting his coat on he dived out the front door and into his car,destination was the Council tip foot down on the pedle he soon arrived and ran full pelt towards the mountain of rubbish before him and with out stopping dived full into that Heaveing mass of ,,well word's fail me,he was a man posessed, and soon he disapeaired beneigth that mass of foul smelling garbage,and the Buldozer driver who worked on this land fill site did not see him as he ran the Buldozer over the rubbish to flatten it down and in so doing so heard a fearful scream from the rubbish. Well the Funneral was the following week and word had gotten around that before he had died with his last breath curse his wife and her washing machine for disposeing of his lucky underpant's,several months past and on washing day the widow of the man lifted the lid of the washing basket and screamed,there lay that pair of unwashed pant,quickly she picked them up and threw them into the dust bin,shocked she made a cup of tea then went back to her washing again,as the wash cycle finished she opened the washer door and out fell those dirty pants that she had just thrown into the dustbin,yet here they were in her washer still unclean still sporting that concord landing strip skid mark,she let out a scream and ran to her bed room and slamed the door,crying she turned around and there before her eye's those lucky pants stain and all lay before her on the bed,and no matter were she went day or night those pants were all ways there, they drove her to her grave in the end but first she went insaine,but that was not the end of those lucky underpants becouse on ever Home match at liverpool football club those lucky pant's could be seen flying from a flag pole spread out as though in a stiff breeze with that concord landing strip skid mark on show for all to see.
