That 6 - 0 at Chelsea.... After everything that has gone b4 this season. Walking away feeling it was the end, a season of utter madness & despair .. Then boom, three games in a week with the shoite right in the middle, a proper shoite sandwich as you may say, but one that tasted bloody delicious...
Fermented happily with the tears and hatred of every red the blue persuasion has had to put up with all year.
The workplaces, schools, colleges, locals, family gatherings, creepy neighbours, full kit turds that all got piped down with maximum effect..
That next morning was a joy in itself, how many heard, "go on, say something!"
Only to be met by most toffees indifference....
Smell my cheese ya bells....
