Boys day out.

I'm going out.

I don't go out much. Happy flumping, moping or doing stuff about the house. We are going off to Stamford bridge today. By we I mean me and Roger, my best mate on the entire planet.

Off to see us beat the not so mighty spurs and go SEVEN points clear at the top of the league. not so bad for a little horse.

In recent times, we have gone to see us play a variety of teams. West brom was the last one and we needed a 96th minute dive from Ramirez to rescue a point. Birmingham, West Ham, Coventry, Everton, QPR, Derby, ....used to take in the occasional champions league game with Arsenal in the quarter finals, now there was a game seen from the Matthew Harding stand.

Never seen us play spurs though

Do you remember where you were when Kennedy was shot?....probably before your time....I'll bet Jackie Onasis gets fed up of being asked that one.....or where you were when you heard that Elvis had died.....and all the hugging and memories that ensued.

Do you remember where you were when this happened?

The champions league victory that NOBODY had predicted especially since we went out at the last 16 when we were 3-1 down to Napoli and Cashley cleared one off the line or we were 2-0 down to Barca at the Nou Camp.......Camp Nou....pick a name and J.T. Fancied watching the game from the changing room.

I was with Roger. Beer in hand, nervously sitting on the edge of the sofa, slumped almost horizontally when Munich took the lead, somewhere on the ceiling when Drogba arrowhead in that header and standing up, utmost unable to look when the penaltys were, or weren't going in.

Like MasterCard.........best mates....priceless.

 

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