Should we win tomorrow, when the referee blows for full time, imagine the pandemonium in the stand, the joy, the cheer, the euphoria, the relief that it's all over, the celebration, the sense of achievement. All tightly packed together into one stand making enough noise to be heard from the moon. When we score, the roar, the excitement buzzing, the lift it will give us all, the hope that the end is near, the anxiety hoping we can cling on, your pulse racing when they breach our defence, your heart jumping in your mouth when they nearly score, the feeling of dread should they equalise, then that complete state of ecstasy if we net a winner. Just sit back for a minute, close your eyes and imagine it all. These are the penultimate moments, the moments that define our unwaivering support for a football club, the moments we all crave for all season long, the reason we keep going back for more. A moment that can only come around once a year max, but realistically most clubs only get to experience every few years. Tomorrow could bring us all those moments, every moment that makes our blind faith, the money we spend, the time we take, the passion we give worth it. I truly cannot believe that some people would have actually preferred to sacrifice our opportunity to live that moment for ourselves, that moment the whole club has worked so hard for over the course of 44 games in the last 9 months, and actually wanted another club deliver the killing blow for us. Whilst we'd all have accepted promotion any way it was given to us, tomorrow morning I wouldn't be able to help but feel the way Marcus Crassus must have felt, after chasing and destroying the slave rebellion for years, the final victory in his grasp, when Pompey Magnus turns up right at the death, does nothing at all and claims the victory for himself. We have not finished yet.
Bullshit man.. as you are going to the game.. i ask of you a question that will blow you mind.. but can you make a sign with the word.. "Erendor" ?
