Impressive to see the Old Lady like that.
I’m of mixed views about it being so associated with sadness and having been there in 1989 but that is truly awesome.
WAWAW
That is the sentiment until the Final whistle Saturday. Then it’s good luck in the play offs or deep commiserations and a decision has to be made. Some folk on here are too profound!
Took one to my very first Owls match, an utterly non-eventful 0-0 v Forest around 1968. Under pressure from my sisterly chaperone, l “rattled it” about 3 times, never to do so again.