-You can keep your Tickets Please-

It musta been 2 week ago that the football team was returning on the train from Berrylands after an exhausting day of training, all wet and knackered, to Waterloo station.
Being the civil members of society that footballers are, not one of them had a valid train ticket on them, but this had never been a problem as they'd hardly ever encountered conductors in previous sessions.

Much to the consternation of the contingent, the ever-alert staff at the station were well aware of their fare-evading antics, and lay in wait at the exit of the station, ashen-faced and gnarling their teeth menacingly.
The much-travelled LSEFC players, however, decided to take a nifty nip round the back of the station, but the seasoned ticket wardens were guarding the back gates like starved hounds as well.

So up stepped the 3rd team captain to expound his theory that power lay in numbers and that the conductors could do them no harm.

And before the conductors knew what was going on, a horde of sweaty, disgruntled footballers hurtled their way with the kind of force not inappropriate in a train station, and barged their way past them.
The station attendants had no clue what hit them as all they could offer in resistance were feeble chants of "Tickets please, tickets please..."