channys6thswan
Lingers Long On Cank Street
I came out of Villa Park that night convinced we were cursed, that the black cat seen in some of the 1969 team photos had been run over, that the gypsy’s curse put on us by the grandmother of that Noel Cantwell would never be lifted. And for nigh on the next fifty years, including the 1982 semi I never thought we’d win, I all but gave up hope, feeding only off the scraps of third round goals by Smith and DeVries and Bamba.
So, yeah, we’re a bit crap at the moment, with a defence as much use as a chocolate firegaard. But don’t forget what we just won. Some perspective, please. Keep The Faith, as the twats say.
So, yeah, we’re a bit crap at the moment, with a defence as much use as a chocolate firegaard. But don’t forget what we just won. Some perspective, please. Keep The Faith, as the twats say.