It'll take me about 15 minutes to get there from back of WSU!
Quicker than me then. Can you give me a piggyback?
WSU is quite clearly THE place to be!
(except perhaps for joining in the spontaneous delight of a pitch invasion!)
It'll take me about 15 minutes to get there from back of WSU!
Quicker than me then. Can you give me a piggyback?
I am actually wishing away the summer and my life waiting for August 6
surely the team will be playing towards the north stand in the second half?
How about a golden Albion falmer goal competition in aid of the remf.
Pick the minute the first goal at the amex will be scored
£1 or something in
50p to the remf
Hopefully it will be decent as well, not like an own goal or something.
I'm 2nd row from the front of WSU so I can just leap over the rail, into 1901'ers bit, and then a quick dash to the pitch.
...the emotion in the first goal at the Amex (assuming it's not a consolation when 4-0 down)?
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.
great post think you got it all thereI 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.
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.
This might be my favourite ever NSC post. I'm now off for a quick cry.
This might be my favourite ever NSC post. I'm now off for a quick cry.
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.
...the emotion in the first goal at the amex (assuming it's not a consolation when 4-0 down)?
It's going to be amazing.
I'm all goose-pimpley just trying to imagine what that celebration is going to be like.