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?
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