Well I took my first ever dance lesson at City Limits last night, just down the road from Hillsborough so surrounded by Owl supporting plebs; what a great night, the dance lesson was okay too!
I'm even more surprised it wasn't nominated for an Oscar this week. Delusional ****s about Wembley. ****ing funny innit.
Brought back some happy memories of May 2016 that film. Remember winding my way down to Baker St (PARP!), and the underground was full of loud braying oinkers all hyper on their Big Day Out, Wembley Park ditto when we alighted. Rarely seen such cocky loud fans, too many Haribos? I knew if we turned up we would easily win and these buffoons would be silenced. Of course I was right, and we barely broke sweat as they chased shadows. Some of the more outspoken ecky thumpers on that film reckon their team didn't turn up on the day. Not having that, they did turn up, but against a team superior in every position on the pitch and in the manager's dugout. The 1-0 scoreline massively flatters them, a comfortable 3 or 4 nil win was more a true representation of the game. If we'd scored from one of the numerous good chances we created in the first half, it would have been all over by half time. You go on their board now and they're getting all giddy about a trip to Stamford Bridge to get soundly beaten by Chelsea Reserves on Sunday.
