It's a long old journey

kendalfox

kendalfox

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When you consider the team bus I started with was like a bloody rickshaw steered by arthritic kneed old bugger who could barely stand let alone run.

It begs the question sometimes why I moan and groan let alone you lot, I used to call it desperation sprinkled with anger
With intermittent displays of sunshine, and even 78 years later the bright lights
Turn dim at the slightest cock-up, probably that's the definition of a Fan

You tell me I would love to know.
 
It's the fear of returning to the bad old days.
The higher we have sat on our pedestal, the more painful the fall.
 
kendalfox said:
When you consider the team bus I started with was like a bloody rickshaw steered by arthritic kneed old bugger who could barely stand let alone run.

It begs the question sometimes why I moan and groan let alone you lot, I used to call it desperation sprinkled with anger
With intermittent displays of sunshine, and even 78 years later the bright lights
Turn dim at the slightest cock-up, probably that's the definition of a Fan

You tell me I would love to know.
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First paragraph is a bit harsh on Borebage.
 
As for yesterday, lost in admiration for the way we played gone was the slow methodical build-up it was the rip em up tear into them type display, edge of the seat job, for once actually I would not have cared if we had lost, the display was the ultimate opposite to our recent performances long may it continue
The best bit about it all was my Cheshire
relatives got the arse about it all and I rubbed it in howling with laughter at my uncles rubbishing of our former players stupidity......... it's fucking brilliant when you hear the tears falling into hankies.
 
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