Knocky's Nose
Mon nez est retiré.
On the final Sunday of the Season I'll be flying home from Greece, into Gatwick at 12.50pm, through customs and to the luggage belt, flip-flop buried in the carpet down the M23 with the suitcases in the car, into the Bridge, a long scurry up to the Amex, a pint of Harveys on the concourse, then to watch our last game of the Season with Citeh needing a win to secure the title.
We then beat Citeh 1-0, Liverpool go bananas after a win themselves, then get found out for financial irregularities and the title is forfeited to the club who beat the would-be Champions - Citeh.
Chris Hughton raises the Premier League Trophy aloft, waves to the crowd, walks through a wardrobe door and gets a 5 year contract with Narnia Rovers. Everybody's a winner.
Only the first part of this post is factually accurate, or conceivable in any way.
We then beat Citeh 1-0, Liverpool go bananas after a win themselves, then get found out for financial irregularities and the title is forfeited to the club who beat the would-be Champions - Citeh.
Chris Hughton raises the Premier League Trophy aloft, waves to the crowd, walks through a wardrobe door and gets a 5 year contract with Narnia Rovers. Everybody's a winner.
Only the first part of this post is factually accurate, or conceivable in any way.
