All my friends support good teams…(Prem top half)

And rub their hands together expectedly every Saturday with a genuine belief that their team will win.

Whereby I sit there with my head in my hands, rocking back and forth waiting for the inevitable with a face like a smacked arse.

Still, I can’t tell you how good the elation feels those 2 times a year when the other team forget to turn up or something and we actually win.

And that keeps me going.

(Can’t remember the last time it happened though.)

@Mrs L – Imagine how pissed off he’d be if he wasn’t dead and came home to find the pigs police have kicked his door in anyway.

Bollocks the Olympics, keep watching you neighbour and keep us informed!
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