There we were, bouncing along merrily and enjoying the run in. Not losing matches. Climbing the table. Full house at the Amex etc and then in the blink of an eye somebody's crimped off a length in the Palace dressing room, we've been violated by our rivals, our manager has a hissy fit and the chances are that half of the squad that gave us our best season in 30 years could be ushered out of the door. And THEN those same rivals go and get themselves promoted to the richest league in the world and it's at our expense? Doesn't it make you want to spit?
So, see you all in August then?
So, see you all in August then?