Well my financies finally caught up with me (speaking of which, I went £1.17 over my overdraft limit and the bastards charged me 35 notes, utter bastards!) and I missed the Watford game.
Lucky me eh!
The dulcit tones of Phil Cunliffe and the fair minded Steve Cowell were my tonic as I setted for Radio Lancs. All started well, the whitest of black boys St Ledger put us infront, some time later our defending was shite and we were 2-1 down.
We didn’t seem to do much, apart from a couple of “Ooooh North End must score here……no its cleared away.” Dicks.
Roll on Reading.
