Manchester United.
Premiership and European champions were todays visitors.
We feared a mauling.
A wet saturday afternoon mauling would further enhance a gloom laden attitude displayed by the hard bitten fans whilst I searched their bags for illegal contraband. Illegal you say well stuff that could be thrown at Wayne Rooney - former prodigy infamous for leaving the club under a considerable cloud - Funny enough we had to confiscate bottle tops yet allow the fans to enter with the bottles... hmmmm go figure that. fans could take mobile phone, makeup and even umbrellas in. Yet not bottle tops... my mind is still boggled.
The game started well, then dipped dramatically. Utd scored. The nature of the crowd within my stand became pure hatred. Hitler would have gotten cheered to the rafters in comparison.
Half time beckoned and the usual race to consume began. Second half Everton tear into the visitors eventually scoring a great headed goal and narrowly missing the chance to win the game! a great turnaround. The chant aimed at the venerable rooney brought tears of laughter.. it was something along the lines of " your just a fat fucking wanker ".. original indeed.
On the return home with my sis driving we compared stories since she works on another stand. That song also cheered her up on what was a dismal day weather wise.
What a day! a point at home finally with Bolton away coming up next wednesday night.
Come on you Blues.
Tommorrow im out in the hills getting dirty.... Yeah Baby
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