The evening sun, the hub-bub of the crowd, the hawk of the vendor, the gawp at the mobile device.
Oh anticipation builds and builds, like a scaffolder on a day rate, like your bird in her new rigger boots. The away fans all taking photos of a Proper Stadium. Someone half-cut swerving from turnstile 47 to 48, then back to 47. The first bag search and inward whoop as your box-of-wine innard isn't found (pats belly), the smell of hog roasts and beer and CITY FATHERS in the air.
Upper Barclay, for me. Can't wait. Lets f**k these twits right up, Norwich, bash em up good.
Posted By: MIKEWALKER, Aug 16, 10:08:37
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