What a night to remember. I chucked a sickie at work to get the box office to buy my ticket. The usual “Been sick, must have been something I ate, I’ll be alright tomorrow” excuse. I’d rarely had those symptoms, once when I was a kid and my mum left an entire box of After Eight mints at my disposal – that was the only time I can remember. After purchasing my ticket I whipped round to my girlfriend at the time’s house, we’d only just started going out. She was looking after her nephew who was about a year old. “He’s had a bit of a virus. In fact, we’ve all been a bit sick here” she told me. The words went in one ear out the other and she made me a tuna pasta salad. We sat and chilled out on that gorgeous Spring afternoon, the shiny playoff semi final ticket safely tucked into my back pocket full of promise.
The next day at work I became ill with food poisoning like it was some kind of punishment, every orifice. I was lucky to make that semi-final leg and even on the night days later I was still feeling a bit rough, no alcohol and lots of Imodium to see me through about seven pounds lighter. Tense atmosphere, men, women and children celebrating the renaissance of Ian Holloway’s QPR and against very tough opposition. The goal, the out-pour of emotion in the lower loft like nothing I’d seen or to this day witnessed since. Like 8 years of struggle and turmoil being exercised in one gigantic goal celebration. We were there, weren’t we? Chris Day makes a wonder save at the death, a red card somewhere, who cares? A row us standing on our seats all fell at the same time like dominoes, it didn’t matter, we were going to Cardiff.
"Brought in on loan in January 2012 to help QPR in their fight against relegation, Samba Diakite was sent off after 33 minutes of his debut for two bookable offences. By March, just 123 minutes into his Premier League career, Diakite had conceded 12 fouls and picked up another booking but Rangers' eventual survival at the end of the season persuaded them to sign him permanently. By October he had moved on to six yellows and two reds in his first 12 appearances and he ended 2012-13 winless in 14 games. Those are some rough numbers, however you want to look at it."
2013 was probably worse because we spent big and still went down.
January 2007 probably the best bit of business, Adam Boulder and Danny cullip really turned around what looked a hopeless situation.
Playing toys with your kids on the floor f**king hurts. Right now I’ve flared up an old cycling injury from 3 years ago, ridiculous. I spent half my childhood playing on the floor wearing out trouser after trouser. Nowadays, a quick bout of Air-fix soldiers and a game of Yetti in my Spaghetti and it’s Richard Ord’s knee…
I know lots of people who go with a Take Away these days but In my house it’s always been a tradition to home cook the old health conscious Fry Up. The works - Egg, bacon, beans, sausage, mushrooms, fat chips with unwhackable bread & butter on the side. Crazy days.
If I’m at the in laws it’s always boiled bacon, mash with Pease Pudding which I'll tolerate but not that struck on.
Anyone else keen to watch this? Been seeing lots of clips on Social Media and I have to say, it looks truly mesmerizing. Hit the Cinema yesterday but looks like it's just a one off showing. Will be broadcast on BBC1 on 11/11 for the centenary and has been brought to schools across the UK.
Can't wait but I reckon it's going to be a very sad insight.
Another Leicester like surprise package this season? Play with a lot of condence and look like a team that knows what it's doing and with a player named Success, you cant go too far wrong. Totally bossed Spurs in that second half. Terrible to think back when we won the Championship there in 2011 and where both clubs are now, worlds apart. We blew our chance and theyve absolutley nailed theirs.