I Believe in Miracles....
Jesus! What a game. 3-0 down at half time and reduced to 10 men, I went to the gents (I was watching in the local). Seeing the morose faces I joked "chin up lads, it'll be 4-3 to City believe me!" It was an' all. Unbelievable.
Here's an early report.
Oh....Incidentally......Wright-Phillips was onside. The rules state that there should be 'air' (quote.....unquote) between the last man and the attacker. But even if he wasn't....I couldn't give a toss. Man U....here we come. We'll either get absolutely battered, or annihilate them. City are so unpredictable.
This is also unbelievable. Last night I attempted to extract a new Gillette Razor from its Bubble-Wrapped hell. It took me an hour and a half. I need say no more. I considered a self-righteous, I've cut me fucking finger blog, but then I thought.......who cares?
This morning it appears they've actually researched how people slightly older than myself feel about attempting to extract common and garden bits 'o crap like shavers from the Fort Knox-like blister packs they encase them in.
I say to you. They only do it to break your nails. Y'know, the ones you've looked after for years....
Time for bed....I'm...errr........tired and emotional.................
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