One of the happiest days of my life.
12 hours previously, I saw the first scan of my gorgeous daughter.
Fast forward a few hours, it's 3-0 and Mrs Goldblatt announces that she's going to bed, because "you're in a bad mood", to which I replied "we're not dead yet"
My ONE Rag mate is sending me shitty texts
An hour later, I'm hyperventilating, ringing my brother (a fellow blue, from when we used to be good, who was working), and the fore mentioned Rag.
Did Macken do anything else in a blue shirt?
Days like that......WOW