Superb flourish at the end there. Love that, love your crusade. One day TF could run a 'shit-off'. Each writer picks their lowest point watching NUFC, explains why, then they are ranked after being voted, as to which is the shittier. An utter shit-fest to find 'King Shit of Turd Mountain'. Not now though, we have finals to think about, and don't need that sort of gloom, until we are on a shit run again; which we will be. Glad you offering a perspective. Thank you.
No time like the present! In the shit stakes, I've always preferred the 0-3 at that place in February of the same year. Standing in the freezing cold, midweek after the third went in, things looked utterly unspeakably grimly shit. I've never hated a manager more than Souness at that moment. Happily, next day he was gone.
Agreed! That was the joint coldest I’ve ever been at a match (along with going with my Darlo watching mate to watch them play Birmingham in freezing sleet). Going straight from work in my suit & thin overcoat probably didn’t help. It was so cold that the bloke next to me offered my a drink from his hip flask to keep warm. As a responsible driver, I didn’t. As someone watching the absolute horror show of a match, I should’ve just necked it...
Superb flourish at the end there. Love that, love your crusade. One day TF could run a 'shit-off'. Each writer picks their lowest point watching NUFC, explains why, then they are ranked after being voted, as to which is the shittier. An utter shit-fest to find 'King Shit of Turd Mountain'. Not now though, we have finals to think about, and don't need that sort of gloom, until we are on a shit run again; which we will be. Glad you offering a perspective. Thank you.
No time like the present! In the shit stakes, I've always preferred the 0-3 at that place in February of the same year. Standing in the freezing cold, midweek after the third went in, things looked utterly unspeakably grimly shit. I've never hated a manager more than Souness at that moment. Happily, next day he was gone.
Agreed! That was the joint coldest I’ve ever been at a match (along with going with my Darlo watching mate to watch them play Birmingham in freezing sleet). Going straight from work in my suit & thin overcoat probably didn’t help. It was so cold that the bloke next to me offered my a drink from his hip flask to keep warm. As a responsible driver, I didn’t. As someone watching the absolute horror show of a match, I should’ve just necked it...