Today was the day, pre-determined by some to be the clubs Xmas party, with players and officials stopping afterwards for the party.
As you can probably guess from the tone that it and the game didn’t go as one would have hoped.
I had gone with bags of confidence for the day / night. We didn’t play well, but the scoreline suggests it was a more one sided victory than it really was. But in fairness bar Redfearn and the new lad Graystone, we had a pretty off day. And the guys in the crowd slowly dropped their hopes and aspirations mid way through the first half (basically when we were 2 zip down).
I nipped home at the end (to watch the Watford game on the box) and decided to get down the clubhouse at around 8sh when the party would be in full swing. It was in full swing all right – 20 people. Only 20 peeps (Dom, Ash & Liam Berry with mate, Chris Webb, Young Webbo and 4 mates, Mr and Mrs Warren Spear, Wayne, the ladies who help out every week (2), 3 bar staff and 3 friends, Mick, Scotch guy off the committee) not good, and clearly epitomizes where the club stand within the local community (or doesn’t) and perhaps the current crop of fans.
Little zin and i, did storm the quiz and leg it with the booty and we’ll have a Lambrini moment with it.
