So how were the rags at work today?

A different take: as a high school teacher in the middle of Philadelphia (not soccer country) upon arrival at school this morning there was a note in my mailbox to see the principal (headmaster) prior to reporting to class. When arriving at her office I was given a packet of papers regarding my retirement (35 years) and made to go over every item with her. I asked why this couldn't wait till end of day, delay of about 20 minutes. She was vague and said ok,we'll do it later.
Upon opening the door to my classroom, sky blue and white bunting everywhere, every student with a sky blue shirt on and a bucket with a bottle of champagne on ice in the middle of my desk. Applause and a standing ovation from the class. Gobsmacked does not do my emotions justice.

Brilliant, just brilliant!
 
Ha ha! They absolutely hate it, really hate it! The ones under 40 except for the last few years grew up only knowing success. No way even in their worst nightmares could they have envisaged a day when we would ever compete against them, never mind surpass them and start winning titles and trophies. How could they when it was an impossible dream for even the most optimistic Blue?

This is the generation that is in shock and hurting the most, the Fergie generation. They bought a winning lottery ticket and thought they were safe forever, only to discover their impoverished neighbours they thought they had left far behind, had suddenly had some luck and moved in next door. Even worse they had looked after their money better and were building a bigger better house. Long may it continue!
I started to smirk as I read this post and by the end I was like a laughing evil villain in a Bond film :-)
 
Lol i envy everyone who has a pet rag they can torment,they must be as confused as hell about what is happening to them,it's a joy to laugh at them about yesterday,handing us the title getting beat by a relegated team,you couldn't make it up haha

We have only toyed with them the last few years to weaken them. Now we need to ruthlessly crush them until they disappear for good from all social media, pubs, clubs and public sight. I want them so depressed that they never dare wear their rag shirts in public ever again for the fear of the mocking laughter that will greet its appearance.
 
I employed one last week. He congratulated me, this morning. Didn’t say a word last Monday when he started either. The whopper.
 
A different take: as a high school teacher in the middle of Philadelphia (not soccer country) upon arrival at school this morning there was a note in my mailbox to see the principal (headmaster) prior to reporting to class. When arriving at her office I was given a packet of papers regarding my retirement (35 years) and made to go over every item with her. I asked why this couldn't wait till end of day, delay of about 20 minutes. She was vague and said ok,we'll do it later.
Upon opening the door to my classroom, sky blue and white bunting everywhere, every student with a sky blue shirt on and a bucket with a bottle of champagne on ice in the middle of my desk. Applause and a standing ovation from the class. Gobsmacked does not do my emotions justice.
Fantastic. Any pictures?
 
I was in the pub for half time during the derby.

Clearly , at that point, happy days.

Looking round the packed pub, I clocked many many city tops, after awhile I clocked 2 united in total.
Scared to show themselves. They score and the nursery rhyme starts, do they know any other songs?
It was only at that point you could see the pub was only 20% blue at most.

Plastic and scared
 
A different take: as a high school teacher in the middle of Philadelphia (not soccer country) upon arrival at school this morning there was a note in my mailbox to see the principal (headmaster) prior to reporting to class. When arriving at her office I was given a packet of papers regarding my retirement (35 years) and made to go over every item with her. I asked why this couldn't wait till end of day, delay of about 20 minutes. She was vague and said ok,we'll do it later.
Upon opening the door to my classroom, sky blue and white bunting everywhere, every student with a sky blue shirt on and a bucket with a bottle of champagne on ice in the middle of my desk. Applause and a standing ovation from the class. Gobsmacked does not do my emotions justice.
My lad and his mate have a history teacher who is a rag. They asked him today if he teaches history cos he lives in the past like his team

So proud... I taught him well

(The teacher thought it was funny so fair play I suppose)

Haha. Two great posts :)
 

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