Jill

Apparently a glory seeking Man U fan I know has one. Livid.

My exact response as well.

Specky Shola has made my day.

Monday night game, away from home against a rank team, on Sky = my confidence is low. I'd be happy with a point.

Probably for the best anyway. If we continued with matches like that my heart would expire before the final.

Mildly annoying. We're never boring anyway.

This time we must've lost.

For a team I didn't give a shit about, aye.

Mine's quicker than when I was at the gym earlier. Buried

Pen

Obertan to get the equaliser.

If we win I promise to use 'marmite motorway' in a sentence at work tomorrow.

No, go to bed.

No offence but fuck off back upstairs.

Jesus fuck.

No heart in that goal like.

WE GOT SAMMY AMMY AMMY AMMY OBI ON THE WING ON THE WING

Aye.

I predict a 2-0 win.

Good stuff.

I was coming back from somewhere on the train and asked my mate to text me updates. She sent me 1-0 GRIFFIN and that was it. I announced it to the train and then immediately started worrying that she was taking the piss.

You got me.