I’m in the front row thomas frank is having a pasty on the head look out for it ps, @TheRealBubbles is a FTT
This just makes me sick. It's a football match. https://www.livefootballtickets.com...ts-football-league-championship-play-off.html
Greed is Human nature unfortunately. Always has been, always will. As Humanity degenerates through over population the percentage of the morally lacking will also increase. Surely the tickets can be identified though and their originators banned from any future ticket allocation.
Nice to see a Brentford fan hoping for a Win for us ... “The beauty of football is that it's totally unpredictable. That said, the experience of having played in last year's play-off final ought to work to Brentford's advantage. Personally I don't care who wins as long as it's the team ranked first in alphabetical order.” Well Abertawe comes before Brentford
I hope those that are going to the match sing loud and proud and bring the three points home lol.....can be done. Can picture it now... Connor Roberts gets tripped up by a blade of grass in the area near a Brentford defender...Ayew takes the penalty to win the game all in the 96th minute.....Frankie is not amused and claims that Swansea being Welsh should not even be there.....
Got given tickets for a neutral part so not sure if I can wear colours or sing too loudly, but will do my best. So pleased to go but gutted we cannot be with Swansea fans
Twas the night before Wembley when all round Swansea town, The JB’s were excited; not a moan or a frown. The players were all tucked up by the coaches with care, In hopes to the Premier League soon they would be there. The Jacks were all cwtched up so snug in their beds, While visions of victory danced in their heads. And Steve in his jacket , still stained with bird ****, Had just settled in, with the squad for a bit..... Then...... Jack’s converging on Wembley, they decamped down the bank, as they sprang from the bus to go sort Thomas Frank. Away to the turnstiles we flew like a flash, Tore out our (home printed) tickets then ran in, in a dash. The sun on the red seats of the (half empty) stands, Gave the lustre of champions to the players and fans. And what to our wondering eyes should appear, But Steve Cooper, Mike Marsh and our Tatey so dear. Then our captain Matt Grimes, so lively and quick, we knew in a moment the game they would nick. More rapid than eagles his wingers they came, and he screamed, and he shouted, and called them by name! On Naughton, On Ayew, Jay Fulton, and Lowe, Go Cabango! move Hourihane Come On You Swans Go! To the top of the field! he screamed to them all! Now wake up for F*** sake ! and pass me that ball!" As players before the wild hurricane flew, Thomas Frank stood despairing and the Brentford squad too..... So to the four corners our players they scurried, For a hat full of goals, full of calm and not worried... And then, at the kick off, we heard on the roof, The clattering sound of a dragons hot hoof. As we drew in our heads, to see what was the sound, Off the dragon, St Kevin came in with a bound! He was dressed in a suit, round his neck was a scarf, and he raised us all up, and he made us all laugh. A bundle of prayer books he had flung on his back, and he sounded like home, like the most jolly jack His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His swans ‘masked up’ mouth ‘gainst all germs it was tuck, His tie flapped in the wind, he just didn’t give a ....fig. The remains of a crown he held under his wing, He reminded us all from these Jacks came a King. His face was alight under his man-bag and belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly! He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old git, and I laughed, so did Steve - still rubbing that ****. A wink of Kev’s eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave us to know we had nothing to dread. He boomed to the crowd as he went to his work, He got Cyril going, then turned with a jerk. Then tapping his finger aside of his nose, and back to the still parked up dragon he rose! He flew past the sponsors, to the yanks gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But we heard him exclaim, ‘ere he flew out of sight. It’s been OUR DAY to all, so let’s have a good-night!"
You’ve definitely missed your calling. Hope all the Jacks lucky to be going tomorrow, are loud and proud and come 5 tomorrow, we will be a PL team once again. Who are we.........
