Once we’d been relegated and I’d spent some time eating a truly miserable roast dinner in a place than rhymed with Allam, followed by a fair portion of time staring at a really hot Portuguese woman’s breasts that were desperate to fall out of her dress, I allowed the realities of relegation to sink in.
I do like to look on the optimistic side (fuck knows how being a City fan), and one of the first thoughts was that of a re-union with Steve Bruce.
And Sky seemingly agree (or is it the Football League that create the fixtures?) – the first game of the season being an away-day trip to Villa to sing “Steve Bruce” for 90 minutes. Apologies in advance to our new manager but you’ll get your own song in time.
Being a Londoner (twat), I do of course look for the other London games first. QPR in August doesn’t take my fancy – I’m DJing the night before so would be a bit ambitious.
Fulham away on a Tuesday night might be a good crack, near the middle of September.
Millway away on a Tuesday night at the end of November? Hmmm fuck that.
Then it’s a long wait to stand on those terraces away at Brentford for the last game of the season. Definitely game for that – even though I had a bit of a hooligan incident last time.
Reading away is very plausible in September – used to live there for many a year.
Burton Albion away is a ground tick for all, I believe – but on a Tuesday night in April? Not going to happen for me.
Then of course – the mother of all games and revenge for a pure misery of a day two years ago – Leeds United away on 23rd December – conveniently just before Christmas. Tasty. Premier League? You are definitely having a laugh.
If I make it to 3 of those, I’ll be happy.
Ehab, mate, if you are reading, just 45 days to buy some players. Sorry, I mean, loan.