It was a cold wet night, wetter than water itself, Norwich playing away, away from home,

it was a day of dread as Pattinson saw red. He's sent him off, he's sent him off that bastard in the black, you don't know what you're doing, you don't know what you're doing, the ball goes past Marshall, not once, nor twice, but thrice without reply, it was a wet dark day full of despair, dread, darkness hell, dreaded darkness, it's left us wanting, hoping, hoping for a signing, looking forlornely, solemnly, aspirin, vodka, no hope.

Posted By: norfolkbroadslim on January 29th 2008 at 18:45:47


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