Knock off work early, crack on with the beer. Mate driving us to Brighton, train full of mask dodgers to Falmer and a pie and pint on the concourse. Spend match on a knife edge. Get home at stupid o'clock and have a whisky to calm down.
Dry January is officially suspended. I simply can't face games against the scum sober.
Dry January is officially suspended. I simply can't face games against the scum sober.