The party began at Molyneux a couple of days before, what a day out. We tore Wolves to shreds, 8-1 would’ve been a fair score, a knackered Muzza and Knocky couldn’t tuck away a stack of second half chances on the counter. The players celebrated with the support for ages …. everyone knew.
I do stay to the end sometimes. It’s an all or nothing thing, worth staying long afterwards, than stand in that f@cking park n ride bus park for an hour.
A jobsworth steward targeted my son in trying to prevent him running on seconds after final whistle, despite 1,000’s streaming on. A charge from Dad at the back of that particular scrum resolved the situation :lolol: .
What a day, goosebumps even now. I’ve never remembered much about the...