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"Goss played in Ruuuuuuuuuuuwell Fox, a player who?s name was made for a Norfolk accent and he deftly scored our third goal. I now knew what it felt like to be the love child of Zebedee and the Tasmanian Devil as I bounced and spun around our away cage, punching the air whilst grunting incomprehensible ejaculates of pure ecstasy. As an Islington born lad, by rights I should have been an Arsenal supporter but fate had sent me to Norfolk at an early age in the bosom of a football-hating family. They tried to beat it out of me but I rebelled and eventually I managed to see City play and that was that. Coming back to London hadn?t diminished my City love ? if anything it had strengthened it and right now my faith in all things yellow and green was finally paying off. Handsomely.

Woodsy was now sitting on the terrace steps feverishly alternating between shouting ?Yessssssssss!? and breathing into a brown paper bag to control the rising panic of a possible Norwich win. Just then Tony Adams miscontrolled a simple ball and, without missing a beat, Robins stole in between him and Lee Dixon and lobbed Seaman from 30 yards out to rubber stamp our win. I became delirious."

You need to read past the middle bit about the rest of the season.

Posted By: Tricky Hawes, Feb 10, 14:57:47