Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice! (and why does that sound horribly familiar?)
My beloved team finally won at home with the season a mere three months old.
There was a lot of looking at each blankly and trying to remember what we were supposed to do when the final whistle went and we had won."What did we always used to do again when this happened? Oh hang on.... it is coming back to me....CHEER!"
And in my case, go down to Reidski's place - have far too much to drink - and crash out in front of Match of the Day. (Were we on?)
And will blogger publish this if I ask it VERY nicely?
Park
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In all my years living in Sheffield, I have rarely visited Norfolk Park -
to the south east of the city but I went there again today. Above, I am
pretty...
7 hours ago
5 comments:
Come on you Cobblers!
As for Hull City... Anybody got a cut-throat razor or a jar of paracetamol? Strange how football can lift your spirits or make you feel like shit.
Im concerned, Plymouth is 5th in the league with only 6 points separating them from Cardiff who's top. Its more normal to see them near the bottom of the table, but its early days yet!!
Congrats on the win!!
Yes, well done blogger.
Its come to something when you cheer something just for doing its job: whether its winning football matches or uploading posts...
I don't "do" League One football anymore - concentrating on the Scottish Premier League. It's not even November and we are in danger of saying the title race is over!
As a follow up to Reidski, title race certainly is over if your hitman continues to hospitalise opponents who would otherwise run rings round them. (http://www.eveningtimes.co.uk/hi/sport/6029379.html) I didn't mean it pah! Me, I'm not bitter.
Sorry Jane minor rant over.
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