I'm going for a 2-0 win for southampton. Get a result down there, and you go down in the history books. And I think it will kick the team on for the rest of the season.
I think 2 1 to us in some ways its just the away game we need after two iffy trips on the road and if it does go our way i think it will refresh our desire to push on for the second half of the season 'come on u saints'
I wish we'd played them earlier in season when I would have felt certain we'd win. This could be anything..would accept a draw, but may be a low scoring win for Saints.
By Sunday, unless West Ham win by a shedload, we'll still just be top, this game has gained an importance beyond the obvious. Draw not end of world, but we may need to restore our points difference. Never thought I'd be able to say this as a Saints fan, but I would hate to be second in the league.
not got a good feeling about this one. My Sunday looks like this: Wake up nervy about game and forget to make wife breakfast in bed on her birthday Show no interest in her pressies as I can't help but wonder if Kelvin and Chaplow will be fit 10:30 go to coach my boys under 11 team away to top of the table team (the village I live in)... possible hammering and abuse from local mates 12:00 have quick drink in their club house and bump into pillock in blue shirt and get wound up by his gobby "play up Poopey" go home for 12:30 and waltz through front door and forget it's the wife's birthday as I'm now desperate to hear the team news, and she'll smell the one beer I had in the village and moan that I could have come home early. sit down to watch game and the wife will start the "you're not really watching that on my birthday are you? We are going out to lunch ... it is my birthday" I then retort that I told her two months ago that her birthday would be put back to Monday and Tuesday (I conceded an extra day - it's worth it), she huffs, I flip because the games kicked off and it's 30 seconds in and we're not winning! She slams the door telling me I'm a miserable old git. I don't enjoy the first half as Pompey are 1 nil up and we've had a man sent off. I've sworn violently in front of my 10 year old I've broken the candle holder as I kick the cuddly Sammy Saint across the room after they score She comes back into the house with us piling on the pressure with 2 minutes left and still trailing, storms in, turns the telly off, we have a row that lasts 4 minutes and when she goes off in another huff, I turn the TV back on to find it's the adverts and I don't know the score. My phone starts beeping as the text messages fly in and I refuse to look at them. The adverts finish; the program restarts and they show Saints scoring two goals in the last 90 seconds of the game to win! I run around the house delirious, trip over the suitcase she has placed in the hallway, crack my head open on the radiator and break my leg as I twist over the coffee table. She picks up the case, storms out with the kids and says "that's it, I'm off"... I lamely scream after her ... "we won, babe, we won!" Two weeks later, the solicitor's letter arrives, and I read it with a little smile in the corner off my mouth as we are still top the league!
