A family of England supporters head out shopping, for Barbours, in
Richmond, one Saturday before Christmas.
While in a sport shop, the son picks up a Welsh rugby shirt and says to
his sister, "I've decided I'm going to be a Welsh supporter and I'd like
this shirt for my Christmas present!"
The sister is outraged at this; promptly whacks him round the head and
says, "Go talk to your mother." Off goes the little lad, with Welsh
shirt in hand and finds his mother.
"Mum"
"Yes, son?"
"I've decided I'm going to be a Welsh supporter and I'd like this shirt
for my Christmas present." The mother is outraged at this; promptly
whacks him round the head and says, "Go talk to your father."
Off he goes with the Welsh shirt in hand and finds his father.
"Dad."
"Yes, son?"
"I've given this a lot of thought; I've watched the style of rugby they
play and I've decided I'm going to be a Welsh rugby supporter and I
would like this Welsh shirt for my Christmas present." The father is
outraged at this; promptly whacks his son round the head and says: "No
son of mine is ever going to be seen in THAT!"
About half an hour later, they are all back in the car heading home.
The father turns to the son and says: "Son, I hope you've learned an
important lesson today?"
The son turns to his father and says: "Yes, Father, I have".
Father says: "Good son, and what is it?"
The son replies: "I've only been a Welsh supporter for an hour and I
already hate you English f*ckers!"
