West Brom – Liverpool…
Ok its that time of the week again. Where i ditch the camp clothing, the straighteners go back in the cupboard, and the blue n white is brought down off the top shelf….
Its almost ritualistic now. I take the west brom shirt off the top shelf and decide which seasons to wear, trying to hold onto the last bit of mythological "i think we won last time i wore this one" ideal as i can. My ideologies possibly lack sense (having lost our last 4 in a row and 8 of our last 9) but if i didnt smile i'd cry.
the gloves, big coat (not the black one, never won in that one) go into the back of the car and daddy n me head off to our shrine! Spend the car ride complaining about how much we hate Bryan Robson before pulling up in the usual place, he criticises my parking and i tell him to fuck off… we wander down to The Vine… "2 pints of fosters" and into the back room for Chicken Tika kebab off the BBQ.
Fantastic… straight to the game
nuf sed… i have a team t support and a manager to boo!
to the pub