A cabbage white butterfly flutters amongst the dandelions, on it's own a wonder to admire. Against a backdrop of 100 Red Admirals taking flight amongst a sea of multicoloured Orchids...fuck off you posh day-moth fucking about in the weeds
In a car park full of Trabants, we are a veritable Wartburg.
I couldn't care less what opinions are sprouted about us regarding how good our team is. I'm renewing my card, and if we are better next season than this then so much the better.
I hope we leave them trailing in our wake again, and it has nothing to do with opinions from the red biased media, but more to do with the G7, and how they wanted to royally shaft the world of football for their own gain.
Well, they didn't think it through properly, did they, and their lack of foresight has come to haunt them.
It would be funny as fuck if owners like ours were joined by others investing in other teams and push the so called 'elite' further down the pecking order.
Imagine, in a few years time, Us, Villa, Newcastle, West Ham and Port Vale or some other team, fighting it out for the title, while all those history obsessed clubs with the benefit of rancid meat sales to school kitchens or brown envelopes left in convenient places being nothing but mid table fodder?
One can but dream.