We’ll concede, but I still fancy us to win - despite the grotesque weight of recent history.
3-1 Blues.
3-1 Blues.
The ghost of Kevin Campbell will see us home, Mr Death.The magic is in the air. I'm walking around the city. I can see it in peoples eyes i feel the vibrations.
Haven't felt this since 99.
Can only see one outcome today unfortunately. Another calamity with, at least, one red card for us. The narrative has been rammed down everybody’s throats ever since the first Derby. These rats will get away with everything and anything we do will be clamped down on.
Getting on the ale early, anyway. Up the Toffees and fk the RS and their arse-licking Kopite media cronies.
I dreamt last night that we had four sinks full of dirty washing-up in the kitchen, which tells you more about how I'm spending my time during lockdown than my prowess at football prophecy.I literally dreamt ast night that we win this; 3-0 to the toffees. I know it means sod all but I did dream about the New York twin tower attacks months before it happened. Also that Alan Bradley would get ran over in Coronation Street but I dreamt it was a bus.