Spent most of the first half trying to work out the formation and the tactics we'd employed and couldn't work it out at all!
Second half was the very antithesis, how much easier and entertaining did the game look when we just attacked them?!
The pies were in plentiful supply in the Chaddy end and very nice they were too. I brought a friend from Wigan to the game who'd ate three before halftime!
Woo-hoo, make way for the single guys!
*Leans casually against bar, tips hat and adopts best deep south accent*
Mornin' ma'am, yer lookin' mighty purty this fine day'
Latics parties, how do they go?... A misplaced sense of excitement and optimism at the start then a sense of foreboding and gloom about an hour in followed by a grim acceptance of reality towards the end?!
In the sports centre of a department store in Cologne 1997. The red and blue striped shirt was for sale at the front of the foreign footy shirts rack in front of the Utd, Liverpool and Chelsea shirts.
The first things I read on the OS were, International - 22 years old - Jacobson, and I though we'd uncovered a Scadinavian gem... never mind, still think he'll be a good signing.
I find it it totally bewildering how a season could start with so much optimism and hope and end in such wretched tatters with no feeling of salvation anywhere near the horizon (at least for myself).
I'm totally lost for words and without meaning to sound too melodramatic it feels to me like this club is fading rapidly into oblivion.