First of all let me just say that I really enjoyed the match today. I thought the team showed superb spirit and no shortage of talent coming back from that early blow. Thoroughly enjoyed what went on out on the pitch.
I also thought the crowd were on pretty good form too and got behind the lads and I think there was a collective sense that we could really get something as the game wore on. How right we were.....
Now to the two nobs who were sat next to me.......................
I'm lucky enough to have a season ticket in the Paddock, row D. Great seat with pretty good "neighbours" with whom I can have a good chat. Same people year in year out that I "entertain" with my quips and vast selection of profanities (but only if appropriate and child free within earshot).
The seat next to me and the one in front of that are free so I get lots of different people next to me as the season wears on and I've met some very interesting people who travel from far and wide to come and see the mighty Reds play. People who have ensured that I don't have any knee-jerk anti-out of towner attitude. Today though, I had two lads of indeterminate origin (lets just say middle englanders) who spent the entire 90 mins of the game trying to ruin a great day. They failed of course but now is the time to have a rant.
As I sit near to the press / directors box, we get to see who is in there pretty clearly and over years have sort of got bored of it or take it for granted if you like. Today, all sorts of people were in there including Queiroz, Gary Neville and what looked like a group of Mormon preachers near Gillet. Unfortunately, Nob 1 and Nob 2 took every opportunity before, during and after the game to try and attract "Gary's" attention. For some reason they insisted on calling him by his first name, like they were mates They further attempted to intimidate him by standing on the seats and taking pictures of him on their mobile phones while blocking my view of the match. They also constantly referred to the rather overrated and immobile Bulgarian No.9 for Manure as "Berba" and Ryan Giggs (who I have always rated highly but will dish out stick to during any games against us) as "Giggsy". They sang the wrong words to Fields of Anfield Road and even got parts of YNWA wrong while singing in some other key to the rest of the ground.
I'm not even sure what point I'm trying to make really, but these two kind of epitomised the whole "Sky" culture that gets me down. People who are more interested in the cult of celebrity and doing what they think is trendy rather than really supporting their team. Anyway rant over, there is too much fun to be had tonight celebrating a fantastic, thoroughly deserved and long overdue win over the poorer of the two Manc clubs.
Still wondering who the Mormon preachers were in the directors box but if the Osmonds take us over rather than someone from Dubai, remember where you heard it first.
Oh finally, to Nob 1 and Nob 2 in case you are reading. Its "Heighway on the wing", not "get by way on the wing" or whatever it was you were singing! He was quite a decent winger for us in the seventies, used to wear number 9 don't you know.
All right, I'm getting old. Now where's me Old Spice?
I also thought the crowd were on pretty good form too and got behind the lads and I think there was a collective sense that we could really get something as the game wore on. How right we were.....
Now to the two nobs who were sat next to me.......................
I'm lucky enough to have a season ticket in the Paddock, row D. Great seat with pretty good "neighbours" with whom I can have a good chat. Same people year in year out that I "entertain" with my quips and vast selection of profanities (but only if appropriate and child free within earshot).
The seat next to me and the one in front of that are free so I get lots of different people next to me as the season wears on and I've met some very interesting people who travel from far and wide to come and see the mighty Reds play. People who have ensured that I don't have any knee-jerk anti-out of towner attitude. Today though, I had two lads of indeterminate origin (lets just say middle englanders) who spent the entire 90 mins of the game trying to ruin a great day. They failed of course but now is the time to have a rant.
As I sit near to the press / directors box, we get to see who is in there pretty clearly and over years have sort of got bored of it or take it for granted if you like. Today, all sorts of people were in there including Queiroz, Gary Neville and what looked like a group of Mormon preachers near Gillet. Unfortunately, Nob 1 and Nob 2 took every opportunity before, during and after the game to try and attract "Gary's" attention. For some reason they insisted on calling him by his first name, like they were mates They further attempted to intimidate him by standing on the seats and taking pictures of him on their mobile phones while blocking my view of the match. They also constantly referred to the rather overrated and immobile Bulgarian No.9 for Manure as "Berba" and Ryan Giggs (who I have always rated highly but will dish out stick to during any games against us) as "Giggsy". They sang the wrong words to Fields of Anfield Road and even got parts of YNWA wrong while singing in some other key to the rest of the ground.
I'm not even sure what point I'm trying to make really, but these two kind of epitomised the whole "Sky" culture that gets me down. People who are more interested in the cult of celebrity and doing what they think is trendy rather than really supporting their team. Anyway rant over, there is too much fun to be had tonight celebrating a fantastic, thoroughly deserved and long overdue win over the poorer of the two Manc clubs.
Still wondering who the Mormon preachers were in the directors box but if the Osmonds take us over rather than someone from Dubai, remember where you heard it first.
Oh finally, to Nob 1 and Nob 2 in case you are reading. Its "Heighway on the wing", not "get by way on the wing" or whatever it was you were singing! He was quite a decent winger for us in the seventies, used to wear number 9 don't you know.
All right, I'm getting old. Now where's me Old Spice?






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