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Was one of the worst days of life.
I remember feeling strangely optimistic, as there was no where that we lose on paper one of the easier home games in the Premiership, and even if we did there was absolutely fuck all chance of West Ham beating Man Utd away.
I seem to remember everything that afternoon in horrible slow motion, and when Wigan got that first goal i knew it was not to be our day. One thing i do remember is Jon Stead knocking himself out scoring the equaliser, and getting back up to play. I remember the second's ebbing away in the second half, and knowing that we wouldn't score.
I remember walking out the ground with LS26 Blade, and walking up John Street in absolute fucking shock, before getting a handshake off a Wigan fan, who was being honest when he said that he didn't want us to go down either, and showed great dignity, and respect towards me an inconsolable fan who had just seen my team relegated. We ended up in the Moorfoot where we was met by the former Sweetness, and Mrs LS26 Blade. I didn't say much apart from starting to cry for a few minutes, and when Mrs LS26 and LS26 went, former Sweetness said you might as well go out with the lads and get it out your system.
So that night i went out and got absolutely mullered and caught the last bus home, having an emergency booze snooze and waking up at Oughtibridge and having to walk a couple of miles back to Wadsley in the freezing rain.
All in all a completely fucking wank day.
I remember feeling strangely optimistic, as there was no where that we lose on paper one of the easier home games in the Premiership, and even if we did there was absolutely fuck all chance of West Ham beating Man Utd away.
I seem to remember everything that afternoon in horrible slow motion, and when Wigan got that first goal i knew it was not to be our day. One thing i do remember is Jon Stead knocking himself out scoring the equaliser, and getting back up to play. I remember the second's ebbing away in the second half, and knowing that we wouldn't score.
I remember walking out the ground with LS26 Blade, and walking up John Street in absolute fucking shock, before getting a handshake off a Wigan fan, who was being honest when he said that he didn't want us to go down either, and showed great dignity, and respect towards me an inconsolable fan who had just seen my team relegated. We ended up in the Moorfoot where we was met by the former Sweetness, and Mrs LS26 Blade. I didn't say much apart from starting to cry for a few minutes, and when Mrs LS26 and LS26 went, former Sweetness said you might as well go out with the lads and get it out your system.
So that night i went out and got absolutely mullered and caught the last bus home, having an emergency booze snooze and waking up at Oughtibridge and having to walk a couple of miles back to Wadsley in the freezing rain.
All in all a completely fucking wank day.