I remember back in the olden days of 2013, I set off at half past the arse end of fuck knows in the morning to travel to White Hart lane to see the United game. It was cold, colder than this mild spell at the moment, fucking cold. There was a bus replacement service from Andover to some other arsepit of nowhere place, it was snowing like fuck, did I mention how fucking cold it was? Five hours later I was on the train from Liverpool Street to the Lane and some clever cunt with a phone said there was going to be a pitch inspection and the game might get called off, I was miffed as fuck and cold, it was so, so cold. Luckily the game went ahead so I sat with my arse freezing on those cold, cold seats listening to some fat cunt moaning about how crap we were and would get thumped, thankfully he fucked off 10 minutes from the end and missed the Fergie team goal which gave us the deserved point, the cold was forgotten and the snowball fight with the two 6 year old Arsenal supporters from the flats opposite the station was hilarious. Happy little Yiddos we were, singing 'We scored in Fergie time' to the Manks and lobbing suspiciously yellow coloured snowballs at each other.
Here's a picture I took that day, Chipry was laying frozen eggs it was so cold, did I mention how fucking cold it was?
View attachment 455 Here's another one of my snaps showing just how very, very cold it was:
View attachment 456 The journey home was another 6 hours in a freezing cold train, cos the fucking heating had broken and a poxy bus that was so hot that we all melted into puddles of slush, I wasn't bothered by then because I had decked several cans of falling over juice.
So, anyone who is whingeing like a little girl about the weather. I'm not going to point the finger , but
@Motspur Hotspur I'm looking at you, man up and go and enjoy the game, be fucking nails like wot I used to be. Would Graham Roberts whinge on about the cold? No he would not.
