I know I've posted before but I'm still working through how shit it was so I'll post again. Fucking horrible day. I was genuinely convinced we had a chance. Morning start in The Feathers, Murphy's Oyster and chip butties. I'm shit at drinking so I was wobbly before we got to the game. My only positive memory was as the first goal went in and many Reds jumped up in the Burden Terrace, a guy near us threw the most perfect uppercut that caught his chin as he was landing the combined momentum knocked him out cold and he disappeared to the floor, no idea what happened to him after. Then the goals continued to rain in, my hangover started to creep in. Made all the worse by some plastic mancs lording it from the safety of their houses on Bromwich Street, about 200m from the ground and couldn't be arsed going, pricks. I'm in a bad mood now, fucking cheers.