Kozzy_is_my_Dad
"No excuses, no dickheads".
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In an alternate universe, we sit and watch as this summer becomes an absolute nightmare.
But, it's oddly familiar and not too far a stretch of the imagination, as we think back to Jagielka moving to Everton, Deane and Fjortoft being sold, the Kyles going to spurs after yet another playoff final defeat, Maguire moving to Hull as we fail to get out of League One and Brooks moving to Bournemouth to continue his development.
In an alternative universe, as the season draws to it's climax, we fall off the pace and don't last the distance. We fall into the playoffs and stumble to a more experienced West Brom side. We watch as Hendo returns to Man U and lines up a Prem loan for next season, with Norwich - adding salt to the wounds. But we tune in to MOTD each Saturday night, wishing him well - "he'll play for England one day, that lad" we say.
We grow frustrated as the summer begins and the court case rumbles on. We berate the two owners, the clowns have derailed everything that was happening here. Dismayed, dejected, pissed off and heartbroken, Wilder struggles to reject overtures from the league above and takes over the Brighton job. Brighton and Hove bloody Albion above United and more established?
The bids come in the summer, Fleck moves to Burnley to bolster their midfield and looks comfortable in the division - it was never in doubt. We're sad but can't begrudge him the move - the undisclosed fee is an utter slap in the face though. We look to Vaulks to replace him.
Eventual playoff winners Villa come in for Enda, who returns to his old club and plays swashbuckling wingback football in the Prem - along with a second bid for Jack O'Connell, who again looks at home at that level, as Villa replace their previous loaner centre halves.
We stumble along to midtable at best, but hey, at least Billy gave us a few more years, signing a new contract and Didzy is still a class act. Let's get this ownership sorted and bring in investment. Our day will come, but it feels a way away, for now.
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...
AND RELAX. It didn't happen.
This time is our time, we did go up, we are mixing it with the big boys and what a journey it promises to be. Whoever comes and goes, we know that Wilder and Knill will take us every step of the way, we will play on the front foot and we'll have a bloody good go. No fannyin' abaht.
Wilder will win plaudits with his interviews and we'll become the humble sweethearts of the division, shoving it up a few ignorant, overpaid pundits along the way.
We'll sing John Egan's song, watch our Billy get his chance in the big time, we'll have stripes on the back of our shirts (hopefully) and win, draw or lose - we'll get on the fucking booze.
The alternative universe didn't happen, and now we're going to enjoy every moment.
We're going on a journey, to the ****ing Prem! Not bad for a side that wouldn't stay up in La Liga, eh?
"Allez, Allez, Allez..."
But, it's oddly familiar and not too far a stretch of the imagination, as we think back to Jagielka moving to Everton, Deane and Fjortoft being sold, the Kyles going to spurs after yet another playoff final defeat, Maguire moving to Hull as we fail to get out of League One and Brooks moving to Bournemouth to continue his development.
In an alternative universe, as the season draws to it's climax, we fall off the pace and don't last the distance. We fall into the playoffs and stumble to a more experienced West Brom side. We watch as Hendo returns to Man U and lines up a Prem loan for next season, with Norwich - adding salt to the wounds. But we tune in to MOTD each Saturday night, wishing him well - "he'll play for England one day, that lad" we say.
We grow frustrated as the summer begins and the court case rumbles on. We berate the two owners, the clowns have derailed everything that was happening here. Dismayed, dejected, pissed off and heartbroken, Wilder struggles to reject overtures from the league above and takes over the Brighton job. Brighton and Hove bloody Albion above United and more established?
The bids come in the summer, Fleck moves to Burnley to bolster their midfield and looks comfortable in the division - it was never in doubt. We're sad but can't begrudge him the move - the undisclosed fee is an utter slap in the face though. We look to Vaulks to replace him.
Eventual playoff winners Villa come in for Enda, who returns to his old club and plays swashbuckling wingback football in the Prem - along with a second bid for Jack O'Connell, who again looks at home at that level, as Villa replace their previous loaner centre halves.
We stumble along to midtable at best, but hey, at least Billy gave us a few more years, signing a new contract and Didzy is still a class act. Let's get this ownership sorted and bring in investment. Our day will come, but it feels a way away, for now.
...
...
...
AND RELAX. It didn't happen.
This time is our time, we did go up, we are mixing it with the big boys and what a journey it promises to be. Whoever comes and goes, we know that Wilder and Knill will take us every step of the way, we will play on the front foot and we'll have a bloody good go. No fannyin' abaht.
Wilder will win plaudits with his interviews and we'll become the humble sweethearts of the division, shoving it up a few ignorant, overpaid pundits along the way.
We'll sing John Egan's song, watch our Billy get his chance in the big time, we'll have stripes on the back of our shirts (hopefully) and win, draw or lose - we'll get on the fucking booze.
The alternative universe didn't happen, and now we're going to enjoy every moment.
We're going on a journey, to the ****ing Prem! Not bad for a side that wouldn't stay up in La Liga, eh?
"Allez, Allez, Allez..."
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