I'm watching it on Fanzone right this minute -- they show it here a day later with local yobs doing the commentary. Saw it with the normal commentary yesterday. Preston was robbed for sure; they're just battering their goal right now, but to no avail. Sorry. If it's any consolation it's my fault -- I've started supporting them a little since our visit, and every team I support gives up goals in the 94th minute, it's the rules.
Mind you, they were deep in the relegation zone before I ever decided to...yes, it's true, I did...buy a pin. From a stall in Blackpool. The woman knew; she tried to stop me buying it. "They're for football", she said, implying I couldn't understand, and trying to steer me to the naughty postcards. But I had to have it.
I was there with my son and my dad. Strangely enough no one semed THAT gutted at the end - more bouyed up by a good performance and thinking of the battle to come...
0-O yesterday at Wtford weasn't too bad. Hey ho.
I love these old pictures of your dad's, by the way!
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This is the Preston game, right? I watched that on Sky. They woz robbed, guv'nor!
We'd beaten in the next round anyway! my condolences
Watched it last night, what a heartbreaker. My team aren't doing so well either, they seem to be falling apart in a very ungraceful way lately.
I'm watching it on Fanzone right this minute -- they show it here a day later with local yobs doing the commentary. Saw it with the normal commentary yesterday. Preston was robbed for sure; they're just battering their goal right now, but to no avail. Sorry. If it's any consolation it's my fault -- I've started supporting them a little since our visit, and every team I support gives up goals in the 94th minute, it's the rules.
i knew there had to be a proper reason for our disasterous season. it's all your fault. can you stop supporting them in time for them to not go down.
Mind you, they were deep in the relegation zone before I ever decided to...yes, it's true, I did...buy a pin. From a stall in Blackpool. The woman knew; she tried to stop me buying it. "They're for football", she said, implying I couldn't understand, and trying to steer me to the naughty postcards. But I had to have it.
I was there with my son and my dad. Strangely enough no one semed THAT gutted at the end - more bouyed up by a good performance and thinking of the battle to come...
0-O yesterday at Wtford weasn't too bad. Hey ho.
I love these old pictures of your dad's, by the way!
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