Dry your eyes Skates, I know it's hard to take that we are Hampshire's best club, While you're stuck in division three...
The battle lines are drawn The troops are prepared There is no going back There is no bottling to be done No where to run No where to hide The time is set The arena is ready The day hero's are made And legends built. Now just go and fecking smash em.
Match day, and am Stoked!! Last night I dreamt it was going to be a right old thumping by Saints, as the huge gulf in class will show. Long to score a brace and Yoshi to get the 3rd with a spectacular overhead kick from the edge of the box before JWP puts the icing on the cake with a fantastic 25 yard strike. I also dreamt that shortly after the final whistle, the ground collapses like in the last battle in Lord of the Rings, the forces of Mordor/Pompey all fall to their doom leaving a little island of solidity for the Saints and the only sign of Westwood is his hand as his bell finally melts. When the giant eagles swooped down to pluck Long and Boufal from the the rising lava I realised it was probably just the tramadol but I enjoyed it anyway. 0 - 4 to Saints
If you ever dig it out and don't feel too shy, post it on here! There will be quite a few who would love to see it!
