I don't see why we have to play them. Over the season we have already proved that we are better than them.
Three day week, 1974. Me and a mate went to watch Coventry v Derby, one of the first games played on a Sunday. Petrol was short, so there was a National speed limit of 50 mph. We overtook Jimmy Hill, who was doing 49 in his E-Type. He waved to us, without dislodging his briar. You had to pay about £2 for a prog, then you got in free. We were in the Derby end. Kevin Hector was playing for the Rams, and when he sliced wide from six yards out I spotted my chance. ‘You’re an effing useless old Hector’, I said as loud as possible without actually shouting. ‘Shut the fook up, mate’, said a voice from behind. So I did.
Reading are the most boring magnolia team in world football. Nothing to hate about them (even the ghost goal wasn't their fault). Fans are beige, town is naff, the ground is dull. The team is alright but no hateable players just a bunch of honest pros and youngsters. Hard to get fired up for this one as they are so monotonous and uninspiring. 1-0 home win. Dull as the boring hell that is Reading. Boring boring Reading
Kevin Phillips scored his first Watford goal against them in a 4-1 defeat. Quina scored his first goal against them in a 3-0 win. How can that be dull my friends? who else scored their first Watford goal v Reading i wonder??
A cross shot in front of the ‘packed’ terracing. I stood next to a chap who was adamant Steve Butler was better than new boy Furlong, because he chased lost causes.
Quite right he was. Wasting all that energy chasing balls he couldnt get. The dawn of the brief but fun Furlong era.
I'd be lying if I said I was bricking it as much as the Boro game, but I'm still nervous thinking about it, trying to hi through all the permutations in my head...a big win and we might be all but up, a loss and all of a sudden it's technically back in Brentford's hands...
That sounds like the kind of thing Mooney would say on commentary. EDIT: just seen that’s already been said above. Great minds n’ all that.
"Today's match officials will be Casper, Banquo, and the ghost of Stuart Atwell. Our fourth official is Moaning Myrtle. Ennnjooooooy the game!"
But it’s poetic license that I write Rather than call it a pile of shy te. Efforts of words appearing to rhyme Must have taken a lot of time. But I didn’t want to be so rude And call this ‘poetry’ somewhat crude. So I likened the words to an alaphet soup When mostly it’s just a pile of poop.
Apart from the festival. As a teenager/20 something that was a barnstorming 96 hours of awesomeness!!
