Let’s party like it’s 2022…..
Big do at the Palace this weekend, given the year is an even number, it should mean we have a Euros or a World Cup to fill the void, alas there’s not and the fucking season is starting on 30th July whilst I’m still on holiday. Got to keep my powder dry for a few more weeks, as the execution of a 2020 threat of a stadium ban for SAFCBlog from a short armed prick is still a slight possibility? Charlie Methvren is an absolute corrupt whopper, I’d actually trust him to feed my cat and put my bins out more than I would FIFA…. a winter World Cup is a bit weird, not being able to get Judy Finneganned on local ales is annoying, a regime that advocates marrying kids, executing people for their sexuality and treating the fairer sex as they do is abhorrent, obviously I want England to win it and Scotchland to fail, (**….. oh they already have ⚽️🏴), but I’m far from onboard with Quatar 2022.
Happy New Year….
New Year not my bag….. forced fun > game next day > time of refection > always feel a bit melancholy / a bit sad….. the end of the football season is when I make life decisions, having eaten crap for the last 50 years, I’m done with processed food, I’m genuinely really sorry Gaz and Kris, but SAFCBlog is 16 days into vegetarianism….🌎 worlds gone mad!!!
A Digital World…… SAFCBlog is powered by all manner of clever computer shite…. for anyone, (like myself), trained in data, graphs and digital shite, it’s a simplistic formula….
Liam Gallagher, (Away)….
Man City Away…..
Normally crap, a 2-2 and 3-3 when we should have won and loads of defeats, we almost stayed to the end this time……