Whatââ¬â¢s so good about it, go on, tell me, cant can you.
Now before someone says, yes but we get the day off work, exactly, you clog up the streets that are normaly left quiet for us who no longer work, weekends are your turn.
Anyway, Friday, good or bad is the day before match day, thatââ¬â¢s whatââ¬â¢s good about Friday and nothing else. Its a day when the excitement rises at about the same rate that the nervous do, more so this good bloody Friday.
My norm on a Friday, well most days to be honest, is to have my afternoon walk in the park with Osca but even that is spoilt, it full of this little things they call children and bigger spotty things called teenagers. Scateboards and bikes, jeans round their knees with muli coloured undergarments on show, baggy tops and back to front caps. Whatââ¬â¢s worse are those 12, 13 and 14 year old girls, sitting watching and it seems the only way they can communicate their desire for the spotty boys is by screaming and screeching, oh and shouting oh my god, I swear..
Still the good news is that tomorrow its my turn, adult time, grown up time, mature time, Iââ¬â¢ll show those young nerds how grown men act.
I will dress in my red and white shirt and red baseball cap with the SAFC crest and set off. Park my car then get my high quality burger from the dinner,(caravan with a grill) and eat it at the main gates waiting for the players to come in. Into the stadium and apllaude the players on then at kick of its,ââ¬ÂCome on my bonny ladsââ¬Â At full time, if we win its ger in, when we score its hug the man next to me, if we lose its lots of swear words and depression.
Then home, an Indian take away and on the laptop to share my joy or anger with lots of my best mates, I have never met and donââ¬â¢t know, on not606.
Bloody Good Friday, wish it was over so I could get off and spend a day with the grown ups..
Now before someone says, yes but we get the day off work, exactly, you clog up the streets that are normaly left quiet for us who no longer work, weekends are your turn.
Anyway, Friday, good or bad is the day before match day, thatââ¬â¢s whatââ¬â¢s good about Friday and nothing else. Its a day when the excitement rises at about the same rate that the nervous do, more so this good bloody Friday.
My norm on a Friday, well most days to be honest, is to have my afternoon walk in the park with Osca but even that is spoilt, it full of this little things they call children and bigger spotty things called teenagers. Scateboards and bikes, jeans round their knees with muli coloured undergarments on show, baggy tops and back to front caps. Whatââ¬â¢s worse are those 12, 13 and 14 year old girls, sitting watching and it seems the only way they can communicate their desire for the spotty boys is by screaming and screeching, oh and shouting oh my god, I swear..
Still the good news is that tomorrow its my turn, adult time, grown up time, mature time, Iââ¬â¢ll show those young nerds how grown men act.
I will dress in my red and white shirt and red baseball cap with the SAFC crest and set off. Park my car then get my high quality burger from the dinner,(caravan with a grill) and eat it at the main gates waiting for the players to come in. Into the stadium and apllaude the players on then at kick of its,ââ¬ÂCome on my bonny ladsââ¬Â At full time, if we win its ger in, when we score its hug the man next to me, if we lose its lots of swear words and depression.
Then home, an Indian take away and on the laptop to share my joy or anger with lots of my best mates, I have never met and donââ¬â¢t know, on not606.
Bloody Good Friday, wish it was over so I could get off and spend a day with the grown ups..