by Dave » 05 Sep 2012, 22:58
Going to Boots and Laces to meet with friends and partake in some childish and good humoured pre-match chit chat, entering the popside of my local team to watch live football, rather than shouting at the tele on Sunday watching a team I have and never will go and see play.
Standing on the popside whilst partaking in further childish and good humoured banter, whilst watching my favourite football team serving up what can only be described at times as " pure league 2 gold " Style entertainment, however that doesn't bother me, these lads are playing in league 2 for a reason, and if every shot hit the target every pass went right where it was meant to go, that would spoil my afternoon.
Going back into Boots and Laces after the match for post match chit chat on what went wrong, and every now and again what went right, before ending the day with further childish and good humoured banter with friends now totaly wiped out by the afternoons drinking, personaly i am tee total, makes it all the more enjoyable for me.
The joys of watching our tiny little from the backwater football club play at Wembley and Old Trafford, and compete in so many play-off campaigns, then trying to explain to a glory hunting Man.u fan what that means to us and feels like, and thats hard work the plastics just don't get it.
The 3rd F.A cup draw living on the edge of the dream, yes this is our year, the year we finaly get the big one, anyone of the top 4 teams away......Torquay will play Carlisle home, argh maybe next year.
The joys of reading internet posts from fans of clubs like Bradford, Plymouth, Port Vale and many more who believe their club doesn't belong in this league, their reaction to every game that doesn't go their way, and even more priceless, their reaction to went it hits home they will be spending yet another season in this league, the league they call hell and we call home.
The End.
Going to Boots and Laces to meet with friends and partake in some childish and good humoured pre-match chit chat, entering the popside of my local team to watch live football, rather than shouting at the tele on Sunday watching a team I have and never will go and see play.
Standing on the popside whilst partaking in further childish and good humoured banter, whilst watching my favourite football team serving up what can only be described at times as " pure league 2 gold " Style entertainment, however that doesn't bother me, these lads are playing in league 2 for a reason, and if every shot hit the target every pass went right where it was meant to go, that would spoil my afternoon.
Going back into Boots and Laces after the match for post match chit chat on what went wrong, and every now and again what went right, before ending the day with further childish and good humoured banter with friends now totaly wiped out by the afternoons drinking, personaly i am tee total, makes it all the more enjoyable for me.
The joys of watching our tiny little from the backwater football club play at Wembley and Old Trafford, and compete in so many play-off campaigns, then trying to explain to a glory hunting Man.u fan what that means to us and feels like, and thats hard work the plastics just don't get it.
The 3rd F.A cup draw living on the edge of the dream, yes this is our year, the year we finaly get the big one, anyone of the top 4 teams away......Torquay will play Carlisle home, argh maybe next year.
The joys of reading internet posts from fans of clubs like Bradford, Plymouth, Port Vale and many more who believe their club doesn't belong in this league, their reaction to every game that doesn't go their way, and even more priceless, their reaction to went it hits home they will be spending yet another season in this league, the league they call hell and we call home.
The End.