Riot in Beachlot

I ventured out of Summerton to the nearby town of Beachlot on Saturday to go to the hairderessers. The salon has a great view over the cobbled square and the main street of the sleepy little town. There are two pubs facing eachother on the main street and they were thronging with people clad in red and white. One has even painted all its picnic tables with the English flag. When the England-Paraguay match was over I was nearly done. I had a running commentary from my hairdresser. "Aw! They're doing the congo down the street....oooh what about the cars?......Oh! They won't let the cars pass......No..(giggle) they're lying down in the road......(taking on a more serious tone....They really aren't going to let those cars pass...Oh dear! They're not going to...? They're climbing on the roof of that car..........He's climbing on the roof of that convertable.......that woman looks terrified......................You'd think someone would call the police...............................He's not going to climb on that van.....he is.......I'd just drive off..........He's fallen off, serves him right.............We should call the police..................They're rocking the cars............Lock the doors and move to the back of the salon....(I felt pretty scared by this point) ......The police are on the way...............No! They're rocking that bus!...............Here come the police...............ONE POLICEMAN! You're joking............Oh! They're rocking his car.....Fancy just sending one policeman.
At this point I decided the diversion caused by the policeman was a good opportunity to dart to my car, thankfully not parked on the cobbles but on Golily supermarket car park. As I drove from Beachlot to the saftey of Summerton, the sirens were going. Where's Jack Bauer when you need him?
I told you football was stupid.