|patred added 07:25 - Aug 20|
With a game plan straight from Rorke's Drift, Nigel shocked everyone yesterday.
(Hold out lads, until the relief column comes)
When we saw the first team selection we were all shocked into silence and disbelief.
I admit I thought he's either gone nuts, or his written this game off.
FFS, WTF! I was thinking... this will be a massacre, and in front of the whole world of live TV..
But after 30 minutes of desperate defending, disciplined marking, and the odd probe forward, I started to think we could get lucky here.. Then the penalty save, my thoughts flashed to 1976.. and found myself muttering, hold on, hold on, FFS HOLD ON...
My dream was soon smashed to pieces however when an 'orrble argie scored at the near post from a blatant offside position.
I thought here comes the flood, we would surely fold like a pack of cards... but my skepticism was unworthy of the bravery shown in Nigels red and a touch of white army. They continued to hold out till halftime.
15 MINUTES REST
15 minutes to get a cuppa, have a quick pee, and to listen that out of work Satchel faces son patronise us on Sky...
Now I was ready for the battle..hold out lads, a 1-0 defeat away to the champions isn't that bad, I 'll take that now..HOLD OUT.
NO ONE BUT NO ONE had read the script as Nigel got Ricky ready.. I thought might as well let the lovable scouser have his Premier debut, he's waited so long bless him.
Ricky chants were heard from stands has entered the Premier stage for the first time .. all of us anticipating a 30 minute cameo from the journeyman.
But this man exploded on to the scene as Saints got their second wind, and then the impossible.. Saints fans, and players went delirious as the rest audience were gobsmacked after Rickie prove to be once again the goal poacher no1..
City fans and players stood shocked, even Nigel took a few seconds to realise..
Oh OK ..City will just stroll up the other end and right that...so they thought!
But the tatical genius Adkins hadn't finished, he sent on the experienced midfielder for the 17 year old teenager.. all thought to help out the beleaguered backline.
But the script was thrown away as he decided to have a pop at the England No1..GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL FFS GOALLLLLLLLLLLLL... I was screaming as I danced around the room.. I am sure the rest of Suffolk heard it, as my son was in two minds whether to call out the men in white coats.
2-1 up at City...end it now ref FFS..Stop it now please.
But dreams don't last 90 minutes..
But it wasn't a dream.. forget the final result. we had actually earned the respect of the rest of the Premier League and announced our return.
And I had seen a very astute, and brave tactician .. or a very lucky man...
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