The times I have been stood or sat at The Valley during a game and wished…. no prayed, some divine intervention would occur, you know an earthquake, ice storm or just plain old rain, and the game would be abandoned!
Well, that is exactly what happened today in such bizarre circumstances. I was listening to the radio and every bloody time Donny attacked they scored. What the hell is up with our defence, Morrison particularly, tropical cyclone or not?
I knew it was raining, I saw the forecast and Peter Finch and the bungling Emma would mention it occasionally, but really? What has happened to the drainage system? Did Slater sell it to pay for Richard Wood’s wages?
Offensively it sounded okay with Cousins impressing again, Gower better, Harriott a handful and my boy Church scoring again, although the Welshman might be the only person lying in bed tonight slightly miffed.
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