The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways; the point is to complain about it.
I'll be going down to watch him and Cloughie's lad Martin mastermind the defeat of Watford.
I saw Forest play *that* season (77/78) - Maine Road, in the Spring (April?). They more or less had the league won and Martin O'Neill even came out to do exhibition kicking at half time.I was a United fan, but that year went to a lot of City home games too (strange to think you could do that back then - tickets were easy to buy at Maine Road, a bit more difficult up by the Ship Canal).Later saw Birtles during his nightmare period at OT - the crowd always willing him on, but he was never able to score.I miss those days now - football is just to expensive and difficult to see - I live only a couple of miles from Ashburton Grove and not much further from White Hart Lane but never go - you just cannot get up on a Saturday and think, that's what I'll do today.More than that it means my daughter, who is football mad, has never seen a top flight game.I suppose the Prawn Sandwich brigade and the TV rights means big players and lots of excitement for the week-in week-ot fans who can afford the season tickets, but it means the rest of us have Match of the Day.
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