I don’t smell any points there for us. We’ve just beaten the only two teams below us, at home, and made fairly heavy weather of both. At best we might sneak a draw, I’ll be amazed (and delighted) should we somehow pull something out of the locker I didn’t know we had, and actually win there. 2-0 toon.
Doom mongers the lot of you.
They will be over confident from their win in Yorkshire. we coming on the back of two scrappy wins will be trying our bestest and harassing them at every turn get Romeu to crock Shelvey in the first five mins and we will be fine.
The detail, for those of you interested does not make good reading. This is going to be an incredibly one sided game that could have ended up 5-0. My spirit sources are telling me that they will have at least one goal ruled out because of VAR.
Tactical drinking is going to be required for this one. Early kick off is a shit start. I can’t just roll up from the pub like I normally do 3 mins before KO, and still have a piss and get to my seat as the game kicks off.
There are one hundred and fucking forty steps to contend with just to get to the away fans tier up in the heavens. Surely that is even more than at The San Siro which nearly killed me FFS!! I’m not as fit as I used to be, this could take a while and hurt. I pray to god that the bogs aren’t on the ground floor for the half time wazz. Luckily I don’t have as far to travel as anybody from God’s Country, but still have to be up early doors for a bit Bus Wankery at 0730 into Manc to catch my Train at 0820. This after being out till late celebrating my son’s birthday The 2 1/2 train journey … 3 bottles of Old Specky or similar should help wash down the homebuilt sausage and bacon doorstep sarnies. Meeting up with a NUFC STH mate who wiill be in charge of finding decent pubs and stop me getting twatted by any geordies who might mistake my chisled features for a horses head or arse From what I hear though, the mags are a sound bunch and friendly eough if you behave. Staying with my mate overnight near Whitby, so on it again post match … one of us will have something to celebrate probably.
The match? … like most away days, a great day out ruined by 90 mins of football in the middle!! I actually think we could sneak something here, but equally wouldn’t be suprised to get a spanking with The Pony Tailed Cunt Carroll and the Bald slap head Shelvey doing what they always do against us.
Ultimately I reckon my memory of the game will be limited by too much beer, fainting halfway up the 140 stairs and not being able to see the pitch from 30000 feet high and lack of oxygen!!