Every last word, azul. And I'd almost forgotten that Keegan ever existed.
In any case, this looks like that season where
Moyes and them finished (removes shoes) seventeenth?
Remember that one? (I don't, but I've certainly heard enough about it)
With QPR and Soonderland rooting their way to the basement (feel for Sunderland, tbh. That was like a reprise of the Wigan game there) I am going to pretend we are safe. When I truly absorb that into my psyche, we will then start to win. Denial being helped by alcohol, I declare myself on Greenwich mean, and pop the first of many libations scheduled for the day. Saving EFC one drink at a time. It being all about me, of course.
Soz abar the spillage.
No predictions, mind you... But it'll be more fun than being stuck in an elevator with some Geordie lass and a cold bottle of sparkling burgundy.
Haven't had much of that recently in L4 4EL. Onto Europe. They're dead soft.