Havin-a-hoot

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  1. I heard owls in the park is going to coincide with our anniversary this year from someone looking to do a charity stall, not sure how true but if it is I hope we have the shirts before then
  2. I must say, it is all about priorities. Sure football is more expensive now, but that's life. The cost of a season ticket is still a fraction of a working person's average spare cash, and if it meant that much to you then you'd give up some other luxuries in order to follow your team. It took me 10 months to pay off my ticket, and I had to watch my money each month to make sure there was enough to cover it, but I did that because that's how I want to spend my cash, watching the team I love. Obviously football doesn't mean that much to you mate, that's the truth of the matter. Don't blame the chairman because you've priced yourself out in your head.
  3. Still 100 meters from the ground, and still a very light drizzle tapping at my velux window. Unless the heavens really open up it will be fine.
  4. If

    Following the theme of IF: If you think you are beaten, you are; If you think you dare not, you don't. If you'd like to win, but you think you can't, It is almost a certain - you won't. If you think you'll lose, you're lost; For out in this world we find Success begins with a fellow's will It's all in the state of mind. If you think you're outclassed, you are; You've got to think high to rise. You've got to be sure of yourself before You can ever win the prize. Life's battles don't always go To the stronger or faster man; But sooner or later the man who wins Is the one who thinks he can! - Walter D. Wintle
  5. Can't help it, to get further away I'd have to leave my house
  6. If

    A (slightly) edited Charge of the Light Brigade: I Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All through the valley of Hillsborough Ran the Team onward. “Forward, King Carlos Bade! Charge for the goal!” he said. Into the valley of Hillsborough Ran the Team onward. II “Forward, King Carlos Bade!” Was there a man dismayed? Not though the Player knew Someone had blundered. Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Hillsborough Ran the Team onward. III Fans to right of them, Fans to left of them, Fans in front of them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shout and Yell, Boldly they ran and well, Into the Back of the Net, Into the mouth of hell Scored the Team onward. IV Flashed all their smiles bare, Flashed as they turned in air Screaming and celebrating there, Charging at the town, while All the world wondered. Plunged in these godly folk Right through the line they’d broke; Coleman and Hefele Reeled from the master stroke Shattered and sundered. Then they ran back, tired now Yet goes the team onward. V Fans to right of them, Fans to left of them, Fans behind them Volleyed and thundered; Stormed at with shout and Yell, While Huddersfield’s heroes fell. They that had fought so well Came through the jaws of Death, Back from the mouth of hell, All that was left of them now, To beat Reading onward. VI When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honour the charge they made! Honour what Carlos Bade, The Noble Team onward!
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    I feel that Tennyson's Ulysses belongs here (Bolded bits for the particularly meaningful bits for our situation) There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me— That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'T is not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. - Alfred Lord Tennyson
  8. Speaking to neutrals I heard the same... and to be honest I would agree, he may not have been at his best but he certainly was a great calming influence on Sunday
  9. I'm about 100 metres from the ground and it's not been that bad actually so far today. It got a bit heavier earlier but died off a bit.
  10. If

    I've got this on my wall, powerful stuff
  11. This is where the whole cheering from the crowd comes in, keep the motivation to fight through those tired legs...
  12. They're been saved so that there's room for yo mamma
  13. It works great having him come on from the bench as the opposition team is starting to run out of steam. Good old hunter tactics that, chase the mammoth until it is tired then get Muntuck the brave to chase it more and poke that spear in its eye when its legs fail it.
  14. If not more so, I've been a bundle of nerves since before the Fulham game