Windsor Carpark

I had to look twice, without obviously wanting to look twice. One of those snap-your-head-back-into-position moves that happens after the event.
Looking in the mirror, I noticed the hair first, then the red cheeks and puffy eyes.
“Here” I said to my friend Paul when I got back to our table “Guess who I just saw coming out of a stall in the loos?”
This was three days after we beat them one all in Belfast (yes that is possible).
Paul looked up and raised an eyebrow. Never one for wasting words, our Paul.
“Billy Bingham”, I said.
Eyebrow arched closer to the hairline.
“Billy Bingham? Northern Ireland manager?”
“What was he doing in there?”

“Number two, I think”.

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