One of the few things I remember from last night’s drinking exploits was a cunning plan, hatched by the boy Goat, to get one of the biggest Sotonians away days of all time, if not the biggest.
We play our semi-final against Liverpool on the 25th, a Wednesday. I have just completed negotiations with ms pap. She has agreed that we can put up ten peeps in our place, as long as said peeps bring something to kip on. Space, we got. Beds, we don’t.