We returned. After some prelim drinking at Nevadas in the proceeding weeks, Nick, Devon and myself were limber and ready. Hungry for goals and thirsty for pints of ale. There was a certain jittery elation as we donned scarf and kit and began the trek we know so well. But lets be honest, this was a noon game. Nothing like the last two 7:45am seasonal beginnings which found us bleary eyed and helpless, like blind baby kittens fumbling for the nourishing milk of morning beers and football. This was a moment to be savored. And so it was.
It cannot have be overstated how disgustingly hot it was inside the church. Never has the human car wash of Nevadas been a stickier or nastier inferno. Now factor in that I was waring a scarf and what amounts to a mop on my head and you beging to get the picture. Here, in fact, is a picture.
Looks like I'm having a good time. And why not? We were magnificent. We drank like fish and sang like mighty tenors...oh, yes, Arsenal? Yeah, they did ok too. Six goals on opening day in one of our more difficult fixtures. I'll take it. A brace from fearless leader plus Denilson, a pair of high flying centre backs and
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