BaldeRunner
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Since we left the beer and sandwiches of League 1 and started on the cheap cocktails of the Championship party I sense there's been a new world order since we have been away (it has been a long time). First of all there was the expectation that 'plucky' but out of their depth Blades would be largely consigned to washing up in the kitchen before quietly slipping out the back door at the end of the season ("Thanks for coming guys, hope you enjoyed what you could hear of the music and try to leave as quietly as you can, oh and can you put the cat out while you're at it, there's good chaps").
Eavesdropping as we did from our chores at the kitchen sink, we discovered that, while we had been away, Brentford had apparently morphed into a late 60s, early 70s version of Ajax with Cruyff-esque Total Football that would leave us dazzled and gasping with thanks just to be on the same pitch as the new maestros. The Wendy Massive were just about to down their last brandy & Babycham before leaving us all and setting off to quaff champagne and canapés at the Premiership 'do' up the road (apparently they don't actually need to play 46 games of football, they had received their invitation by virtue of hereditary entitlement, it's just that Huddersfield had spilt brown sauce all over the previous one on the last game of the season). Barnsley had made it into the doorway of the main room but there was still a faint whiff of stale Tetley's about them. However, they had bought a new Crimplene suit and were trying out a few moves before they hit the dance floor. And then, of course, there were the apparent Goliaths of Derby County, talking ever so loudly as these people so often do when they have drunk a bit too much from the cup of their own self indulgence. Bedecked in their £7million pound suits they certainly looked the part...it's just that it turned out that their flies were open.
So what shall we do now? Stay with the crockery and the Fairy liquid until someone realises that there's actually something quite interesting going on in the kitchen or splash out on some flashy new outfits and muscle into the living room to join the other 'movers and shakers'? Perhaps for now we stay where we are, munch on a Lidl sausage roll and enjoy the fun of seeing them choke on theirs...
Eavesdropping as we did from our chores at the kitchen sink, we discovered that, while we had been away, Brentford had apparently morphed into a late 60s, early 70s version of Ajax with Cruyff-esque Total Football that would leave us dazzled and gasping with thanks just to be on the same pitch as the new maestros. The Wendy Massive were just about to down their last brandy & Babycham before leaving us all and setting off to quaff champagne and canapés at the Premiership 'do' up the road (apparently they don't actually need to play 46 games of football, they had received their invitation by virtue of hereditary entitlement, it's just that Huddersfield had spilt brown sauce all over the previous one on the last game of the season). Barnsley had made it into the doorway of the main room but there was still a faint whiff of stale Tetley's about them. However, they had bought a new Crimplene suit and were trying out a few moves before they hit the dance floor. And then, of course, there were the apparent Goliaths of Derby County, talking ever so loudly as these people so often do when they have drunk a bit too much from the cup of their own self indulgence. Bedecked in their £7million pound suits they certainly looked the part...it's just that it turned out that their flies were open.
So what shall we do now? Stay with the crockery and the Fairy liquid until someone realises that there's actually something quite interesting going on in the kitchen or splash out on some flashy new outfits and muscle into the living room to join the other 'movers and shakers'? Perhaps for now we stay where we are, munch on a Lidl sausage roll and enjoy the fun of seeing them choke on theirs...
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