Seagulls4life
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I think for a brief moment, as the ball crosses the line, time will stand still.
I'll see Reinalt lashing it in, Storer being swamped and everything about Hereford - all at once.
The tears in my eyes will be a mixture of emotion at the occasion and the memory of the Goldstone toilets. It'll remind me of every nailbiting, eyes screwed shut moment of '97. I'll recall seeing the Goldstone being ripped to pieces and seeing grown men cry. I'll relive the anger that I felt in my veins everytime some local retorted 'I don't know why you sold the last one if you didn't have anywhere to go'.
I'll remember Grit, and Rust, and Tuesday nights. Ill remember Knight and Perry and the Coca-Cola kid. I'll remember Brooker and Adams and Paul Watson. I'll remember losing Bobby and hating Prosser. I'll remember McShane and Virgo. I'll remember Poyet and Bloom and destroying Charlton.
Then the ball will fly into the net and I'll go f***ing mental.
Brilliant post