I’ve been to The Rec. What a setting!
In an era where normal fans could join Ben Clarke, Guscott, Andy Robinson and Chilcott in the club bar afterwards .... for 15 pints.
I often work in an office with some posh, middle class rugby fans (they never played the game itself). They’re all nice people, gentle in fact.
I inwardly smile on a Monday when they say “what did you get up to at the weekend?” Whilst they’ve calmly watched Quins on the box, I’ve been at The...
I wasn’t too bad at all after the Benteke freak result. I simply turned the TV off immediately. Possibly because there were no scummers in the Amex to celebrate, I felt nothing.
Looking back, losing at home to Arsenal was gutting, as their goal was so preventable. Can’t stand the London clubs.
Huge highs when we win, followed by smug satisfaction in the days following.
A short downer when we lose and play poorly, but I’ve improved in not letting it carry on to a second day. Whinging on NSC straight afterwards, is therapeutic. The following day, all is good.