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Leave the house in North Yorks travel South at 9am,arrive at Scarborough,watch  7 hours of cricket for £16 same as Friday,now thats value. 

I'm not a poor man,I'd love to be at Hillsborough but I refused to be shafted.Good luck to the Owls ,I'll have my fingers crossed we win.

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What are your plans for tommorow were you drinking .

I'm not

 

What& where you eating .

Penistone Road chippy...still don't know the name of it after several years of loyal service

 

Are you wearing new shirt .

Yes

 

Were will you be sitting .

Kop

 

What are you looking forward to most .

Seeing attacking football....hopefully.

 

Which player you most looking forward to seeing .

Sam Hutchinson, always...and forever.

 

 

Score prediction ?

2-0

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Friday Nightshift.

Bed

Up for 12.

Off to Match

Win 3 - 1

Saturday Nightshift.

That awkward moment when your gaffer writes the above after reading what I put below, knowing I've wangled the Saturday nightshift off....lol

Crown before

Match

1867 lounge and/or rawson after

Town

Casino

Gutter

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Brilliant thread. Couldn't be more jealous.

Wake up at 9 (5hrs behind), find a shop selling beer and fags, try to load stream, fail, try to load Wednesday player, fail, wake up gf screaming at wifi box, moan for three hours, load match day thread, go through said thread post by post. Drink to celebrate/drown sorrows. Go 'exploring' with gf...

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I'm gonna wake up still drunk, blinking at a ceiling I don't recognise, turn over and see a fit topless bird who I also don't recognise, then I'll say 'friggin hell, not again' & jump out of bed & start collecting my clothes from the bedroom floor.

I'll walk out on to a non descript suburban street doing the walk of shame in my dancing shoes & I'll then interrupt a game of street football between some local urchins in anoraks. A few of them will get nutmegged. Standard.

The camera will then cut to me standing up on the tram getting a smile from foxy lass. I'll probably just be putting a *** behind my ear at this point. Looking cool but dishevelled.

After that I'll pop in to the bookies & exchange brief pleasentries with a bloke who looks like Craig Cash or a similar northern character. He will have a definite air of hero worship for me about him. He'll probably ask I fancy a pint later & I'll be non committal. I'm cool remember.

Then you'll see me walking down to the ground in a leather jacket. To a northern soul soundtrack. Maybe I'm on my way...

When I get to the ground I'll walk around the blue track & get called back by a familiar sounding Portuguese voice, I'll turned round & see a face I'd not seen in the flesh for a while.

'Are you still playing son?' he'll ask.

'Me?' I'll say, 'I haven't played since schools football'

He'll tell me I'm a liar.

'You're a liar, I saw you play 5 a side at The Aqua Marina hotel in Albufeira in 2009 for the Cosmos holiday reps team against Airtours, those Airtours boys thought they were the dogs danglers til you showed up'

I'll squint & look in to the middle distance before exhaling loudly.

'That was a long time ago Carlos'

'Can you start on the bench for me today? See how it goes? I might not need you but...'

I pause for thought, I wonder if I can resist but I never can, he always bloody convinces me & I fall for the Mediterranean charm. Again.

Next thing I know I'm on the bench in Stevie Mays kit that's 3 times too small & stinks of Highland Toffee.

Wednesday are 1-0 down in 69th minute & Big Dave pulls his hammy.

'Its time lad' says the portugeezer.

I come off the bench & some how manage to fluke a hat trick with both feet & a diving header. All from our half.

We win 3-1.

After the game he asks me if I'll sign a contract.

As he asks me I spy the girl from last night carrying some bin bags from the catering kiosk.

'I can't' I answer, 'I've got a date tonight'

He'll tell me that doesn't make sense but I won't listen. I never do.

The last you'll see of me is walking hand in hand with the bird with my knees muddy & socks rolled down in to the park.

You Sir have too much time on your hands,and a very vivid Imagination.

Very funny,well done.

UTO's

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Leave the house in North Yorks travel South at 9am,arrive at Scarborough,watch  7 hours of cricket for £16 same as Friday,now thats value. 

I'm not a poor man,I'd love to be at Hillsborough but I refused to be shafted.Good luck to the Owls ,I'll have my fingers crossed we win.

They'd have to pay me more than bleedin £16 to endure 7 hours of cricket

Jeeeeeesus

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Up at 6am to get the mrs dressed and ready and filled up wi tablets , set off at 9 had a  leisurely drive to marr lodge at donny for lunch with Gandiowl and his better half , set off to ground at 1,15 , arrived at ground and take a stroll to the shop to look round it was packed ,met another chap called dave , strolled back to the south and went to our seats the mrs was in awe from seeing the ground as the only place she has seen otherwise was york street in boston and that was just the once ,she sang and cheered like the rest of us and had a great day , went back to Donny with gandia and his mrs , said our goodbyes and thankyou's and drove home , she is now in bed exhausted with a smile on her face , and i'm on here chatting to you's lot , . perfect day , 

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Up at 6am to get the mrs dressed and ready and filled up wi tablets , set off at 9 had a  leisurely drive to marr lodge at donny for lunch with Gandiowl and his better half , set off to ground at 1,15 , arrived at ground and take a stroll to the shop to look round it was packed ,met another chap called dave , strolled back to the south and went to our seats the mrs was in awe from seeing the ground as the only place she has seen otherwise was york street in boston and that was just the once ,she sang and cheered like the rest of us and had a great day , went back to Donny with gandia and his mrs , said our goodbyes and thankyou's and drove home , she is now in bed exhausted with a smile on her face , and i'm on here chatting to you's lot , . perfect day ,

Perfect day trev x
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Up at 6am to get the mrs dressed and ready and filled up wi tablets , set off at 9 had a leisurely drive to marr lodge at donny for lunch with Gandiowl and his better half , set off to ground at 1,15 , arrived at ground and take a stroll to the shop to look round it was packed ,met another chap called dave , strolled back to the south and went to our seats the mrs was in awe from seeing the ground as the only place she has seen otherwise was york street in boston and that was just the once ,she sang and cheered like the rest of us and had a great day , went back to Donny with gandia and his mrs , said our goodbyes and thankyou's and drove home , she is now in bed exhausted with a smile on her face , and i'm on here chatting to you's lot , . perfect day ,

Great stuff trev.

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