I might take the mrs on the 20 mile trip up to Nottingham. Find a street party. Rock up full kit wanker, face painted, City scarf and rattle. Take a token 4-pack then mine sweep our way round the tressle tables. Scoff Forest cup cakes, drink some Forest Wembley Special IPA. Do a posnan front and centre. Accidently fall onto the life-size Cloughy, rendering him incapacitated. Set fire to the red and white bunting, taking out a row of thatched roofs in the process.
Unplug the Big Screen, curl a turd into the ubiquitous FA Cup replica, quick rendition of We hate Nottm Forest, jump in the car, back home for half time Domino's.
Up the fucking Blues.