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Well what an end to an absolutely mammoth, absolutely SUPERB, week of Liverpool football that was!
Now I've finally had some sleep, I've a few things to get off my chest. Apologies for the extra length today.
Today's/ Yesterday's Admin-
Current Unbeaten Run All Comps-
8 games: W 6 D 2 F 18 A 8 CS: 4
First, the good-
You just run out of superlatives for this gang of Reds. We've just come through two gigantic games of football in a week against the only other side in World football remotely on our level, with a big European game in between, where the quadruple charge could have been well and truly finished across each of the thee competitions left to win. But they've come through, yet again, with flying colours to come out the other side, with a second domestic cup final boxed. A superb point away at City that kept the title race perfectly poised. And through in Europe, to set up a semi final there that will probably lead to a third Cup final out of three competitions entered this year. Absolutely ridiculous the levels they are putting out game after game after game. To what could still be not only the greatest ever season in LFC's storied history. But the greatest by any English club. Ever.
And yesterday, on the pitch, capped off an absolutely superb week with as dominant performance across 90 mins as I think we've had yet against Guardiola's equally awesome outfit. If you just saw the final scoreline, you'd have thought that was another epic contest between us both. But the reality was the furthest thing from that. Yes, switching off momentarily at the beginning and end of the second half made that far closer and a tad nervy than it ever should have been. But lest we forget, this is Manchester City. Like ourselves, they are going to keep fighting to the very last whistle regardless. And, like ourselves, that leads to many late goals for them. When the two clear best in the World go at it, that's just the absolute elite levels they both bring. They'll score goals. We'll score goals. Sometimes we'll edge it. Sometimes they will. And yesterday, when everything was on the line, it was our turn to come out on top again. 10/10 for every last player in Red on that pitch and our magnificent manager and his staff for a ridiculously awesome performance and reaching yet another final. And the same for ourselves off it for the showing the City what a PROPER support, who knows how to conduct themselves, is all about as we embarrassed them as a fanbase on every conceivable level. From filling our allocation (73 thousand was a pitiful attendance for a massive cup semi between us. Down solely to the City no-shows.). The colour and inventiveness of our flags. And the proper, constant support we gave our team without singing absolute ***** about the opposition.
Talking of .....
The bad-
Friday is always the hardest day of the year for me. I can never work on the 15th as my head will invariably be in bits. But I get through, thanks to the support of the best friends anyone could ever wish to have, all fellow survivors, as we support each other through. Remembering those less fortunate to not be here afforded that right. Briefly, it's weird how you won't think about Sheffield for months and then the most innocuous of things triggers a memory and knocks you flat on your backside. HARD. Friday, on top of everything else, was one of those occasions. And it was nothing more than a car radio, on the walk over to the HJC service, that triggered that. The Bangles 'Eternal Flame' was riding high in the charts back in 1989, and was the last song I remember in the ground that day before, well, things we won't talk about here. And hearing Susanna Hoffs mesmerising voice belting that out from a car radio ..... I was gone. So Friday afternoon this year was a particular hard and long one. Side note- Special shout out, as always, to Sheila Coleman for finding the perfect words to encompass everything we stand for as a community in this City, and everything we've fought against the past 33 years. I hold her in as high esteem as her great friend Anne Williams as one of the greatest ladies to ever come from Liverpool. If she was ever inclined to go into that World and run, our community's would be in a lot better state than the Torries have them. Everything Aspinall and Hicks, who I don't won't to get into as they've done absolutely ridiculous in their own right in our fight over the years and who I could never even begin to comprehend there loss, aren't and never were for many survivors. But you'd have to understand the differences between the HJC and the HFSG, and how that split all came about, to understand the reason behind my sentiment there. But this isn't the place.
So this years 15th turned into an even harder one than normal personally. But as always, we got each through.
And then you get to the fans of Manchester City Football Club yesterday.
It was bad enough being called a murderer on Wembley Way. But, and this is no excuse for them, it was mainly groups of younger lads singing that and worse. Who don't have a F clue what they are singing about as they weren't even born at the time of Heysel and Hillsborough. But to then have the silence before the game disrupted to the LEVELS it was, that the ref had to cut it well short ..... That's Chelsea levels of scum. And it was the MAJORITY of them. United, who are and always will be our ONLY rivals from Manchester, whatever these plastic ***** try to manufacture (Lads, you're a rival of 'circumstance.' If you didn't have Arab blood money making you the fantastic team you are, we wouldn't give you a second thought), wouldn't have behaved as despicably as that. Like most clubs now, they'd have been silent and respected it perfectly. As all decent human beings would. But not the inbred mongrel ***** from Stockport and Oldham. Fair F's to City for releasing a statement condemning them almost immediately. And for Guardiola for doubling down on that after. But sincerely, the low life meffs that follow that football club can absolutely go F themselves! Again. that was Chelsea levels of disgrace and on this, of All weekends, left a seriously horrible taste in the mouth. I'd say I'd hope they'd be ashamed in reflection this AM. But I doubt many would. And lest we forget this comes just a week after we received similar, low life attacks about Sheffield from them before, during and after the game at the Council House.
Think about that lads when you want to call us bus wreckers, or murderers, or whatever petty little slur you can throw. For you are NO better than anything you can throw our way after THAT!
Absolute *****!!!!! The lot of them!
And the train back to Leeds was packed out with the ****** who were singing some despicable things about Utd/ Munich, and generally being absolute ******. Thankfully, not having a go at us. Or else things would have turned real ugly, real quick. But just generally disrupting the journey that was full of normal family's returning from whatever they'd be doing in London. Stay classy lads aye?
Which leads to my second bad. The FA can proper do one too. To be getting up for an FA Cup semi at half 4 in the morning, to have a drive over to Leeds, to get a train at just past 7, and to not be getting back in the house until pushing midnight, for your marquee competition's semi-final. After being mad to jump through hoops to find a train to get there..... Yeah, thank you SO much for that! But you are ALL about the fans right? BASTARDS!!!!!
And finally Michael Oliver.
Just what the bleep was he doing yesterday? If anyone can explain to me how both Fabinho and David Silva stayed on the park for their repeated assaults I'd love to know? He started poorly letting horrific challenges go and just got worse all game. There's letting things flow. And there's endangering player safety. Shockingly poor mate. And you're probably the best official there is! Really disappointing to get from you in such a game.
So all in all, after the fume, and no less hurt, of the City ***** antics had passed, yesterday was another belter day out in the glorious sun, following Jurgen historic Reds as they continue to steamroll toward the mythical quadruple. With the battering they gave City absolute perfect Karma for their followers despicable behaviour.
Roll on Tuesday for the other mob from down the East Lancs and going back top of the league.
*Sings 'Jurgen said to me you know
We'll win the FA Cup you know
He said so.
I'm in love with him and I feel fine .....'
Up the Cup King Reds! FTT!!!!! JFT97.
Now I've finally had some sleep, I've a few things to get off my chest. Apologies for the extra length today.
Today's/ Yesterday's Admin-
Current Unbeaten Run All Comps-
8 games: W 6 D 2 F 18 A 8 CS: 4
First, the good-
You just run out of superlatives for this gang of Reds. We've just come through two gigantic games of football in a week against the only other side in World football remotely on our level, with a big European game in between, where the quadruple charge could have been well and truly finished across each of the thee competitions left to win. But they've come through, yet again, with flying colours to come out the other side, with a second domestic cup final boxed. A superb point away at City that kept the title race perfectly poised. And through in Europe, to set up a semi final there that will probably lead to a third Cup final out of three competitions entered this year. Absolutely ridiculous the levels they are putting out game after game after game. To what could still be not only the greatest ever season in LFC's storied history. But the greatest by any English club. Ever.
And yesterday, on the pitch, capped off an absolutely superb week with as dominant performance across 90 mins as I think we've had yet against Guardiola's equally awesome outfit. If you just saw the final scoreline, you'd have thought that was another epic contest between us both. But the reality was the furthest thing from that. Yes, switching off momentarily at the beginning and end of the second half made that far closer and a tad nervy than it ever should have been. But lest we forget, this is Manchester City. Like ourselves, they are going to keep fighting to the very last whistle regardless. And, like ourselves, that leads to many late goals for them. When the two clear best in the World go at it, that's just the absolute elite levels they both bring. They'll score goals. We'll score goals. Sometimes we'll edge it. Sometimes they will. And yesterday, when everything was on the line, it was our turn to come out on top again. 10/10 for every last player in Red on that pitch and our magnificent manager and his staff for a ridiculously awesome performance and reaching yet another final. And the same for ourselves off it for the showing the City what a PROPER support, who knows how to conduct themselves, is all about as we embarrassed them as a fanbase on every conceivable level. From filling our allocation (73 thousand was a pitiful attendance for a massive cup semi between us. Down solely to the City no-shows.). The colour and inventiveness of our flags. And the proper, constant support we gave our team without singing absolute ***** about the opposition.
Talking of .....
The bad-
Friday is always the hardest day of the year for me. I can never work on the 15th as my head will invariably be in bits. But I get through, thanks to the support of the best friends anyone could ever wish to have, all fellow survivors, as we support each other through. Remembering those less fortunate to not be here afforded that right. Briefly, it's weird how you won't think about Sheffield for months and then the most innocuous of things triggers a memory and knocks you flat on your backside. HARD. Friday, on top of everything else, was one of those occasions. And it was nothing more than a car radio, on the walk over to the HJC service, that triggered that. The Bangles 'Eternal Flame' was riding high in the charts back in 1989, and was the last song I remember in the ground that day before, well, things we won't talk about here. And hearing Susanna Hoffs mesmerising voice belting that out from a car radio ..... I was gone. So Friday afternoon this year was a particular hard and long one. Side note- Special shout out, as always, to Sheila Coleman for finding the perfect words to encompass everything we stand for as a community in this City, and everything we've fought against the past 33 years. I hold her in as high esteem as her great friend Anne Williams as one of the greatest ladies to ever come from Liverpool. If she was ever inclined to go into that World and run, our community's would be in a lot better state than the Torries have them. Everything Aspinall and Hicks, who I don't won't to get into as they've done absolutely ridiculous in their own right in our fight over the years and who I could never even begin to comprehend there loss, aren't and never were for many survivors. But you'd have to understand the differences between the HJC and the HFSG, and how that split all came about, to understand the reason behind my sentiment there. But this isn't the place.
So this years 15th turned into an even harder one than normal personally. But as always, we got each through.
And then you get to the fans of Manchester City Football Club yesterday.
It was bad enough being called a murderer on Wembley Way. But, and this is no excuse for them, it was mainly groups of younger lads singing that and worse. Who don't have a F clue what they are singing about as they weren't even born at the time of Heysel and Hillsborough. But to then have the silence before the game disrupted to the LEVELS it was, that the ref had to cut it well short ..... That's Chelsea levels of scum. And it was the MAJORITY of them. United, who are and always will be our ONLY rivals from Manchester, whatever these plastic ***** try to manufacture (Lads, you're a rival of 'circumstance.' If you didn't have Arab blood money making you the fantastic team you are, we wouldn't give you a second thought), wouldn't have behaved as despicably as that. Like most clubs now, they'd have been silent and respected it perfectly. As all decent human beings would. But not the inbred mongrel ***** from Stockport and Oldham. Fair F's to City for releasing a statement condemning them almost immediately. And for Guardiola for doubling down on that after. But sincerely, the low life meffs that follow that football club can absolutely go F themselves! Again. that was Chelsea levels of disgrace and on this, of All weekends, left a seriously horrible taste in the mouth. I'd say I'd hope they'd be ashamed in reflection this AM. But I doubt many would. And lest we forget this comes just a week after we received similar, low life attacks about Sheffield from them before, during and after the game at the Council House.
Think about that lads when you want to call us bus wreckers, or murderers, or whatever petty little slur you can throw. For you are NO better than anything you can throw our way after THAT!
Absolute *****!!!!! The lot of them!
And the train back to Leeds was packed out with the ****** who were singing some despicable things about Utd/ Munich, and generally being absolute ******. Thankfully, not having a go at us. Or else things would have turned real ugly, real quick. But just generally disrupting the journey that was full of normal family's returning from whatever they'd be doing in London. Stay classy lads aye?
Which leads to my second bad. The FA can proper do one too. To be getting up for an FA Cup semi at half 4 in the morning, to have a drive over to Leeds, to get a train at just past 7, and to not be getting back in the house until pushing midnight, for your marquee competition's semi-final. After being mad to jump through hoops to find a train to get there..... Yeah, thank you SO much for that! But you are ALL about the fans right? BASTARDS!!!!!
And finally Michael Oliver.
Just what the bleep was he doing yesterday? If anyone can explain to me how both Fabinho and David Silva stayed on the park for their repeated assaults I'd love to know? He started poorly letting horrific challenges go and just got worse all game. There's letting things flow. And there's endangering player safety. Shockingly poor mate. And you're probably the best official there is! Really disappointing to get from you in such a game.
So all in all, after the fume, and no less hurt, of the City ***** antics had passed, yesterday was another belter day out in the glorious sun, following Jurgen historic Reds as they continue to steamroll toward the mythical quadruple. With the battering they gave City absolute perfect Karma for their followers despicable behaviour.
Roll on Tuesday for the other mob from down the East Lancs and going back top of the league.
*Sings 'Jurgen said to me you know
We'll win the FA Cup you know
He said so.
I'm in love with him and I feel fine .....'
Up the Cup King Reds! FTT!!!!! JFT97.
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They should have taken care of Atletico in the first leg like we did Benfica and it wouldn't have been.
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I guess we top this now as our quadruple bid can’t be over until May 3rd at the earliest.
Phenomenal !
AndSTILL
at the Ev.
Phenomenal !
AndSTILL
at the Ev.
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So Chelsea again in the Cup Final.
Just super. We get the 'pleasure' of enduring the original low life set of absolute shithouses that City can only dream of being.
That will be three times at Wembley this season. Three times we'll have been called 'Murderers!'/ 'Always the victims.' With the added bonus from Chelsea at the LC Final of '97 Wasn't Enough!' and 'The S*n was right, you're murderers' and other such lovely ditties that made the walk down Wembley way and the actual game SO enjoyable.
Can't wait.
Just super. We get the 'pleasure' of enduring the original low life set of absolute shithouses that City can only dream of being.
That will be three times at Wembley this season. Three times we'll have been called 'Murderers!'/ 'Always the victims.' With the added bonus from Chelsea at the LC Final of '97 Wasn't Enough!' and 'The S*n was right, you're murderers' and other such lovely ditties that made the walk down Wembley way and the actual game SO enjoyable.
Can't wait.
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Boss little bank holiday Monday read-
From the Telegraph.
All his career, Jürgen Klopp has inspired a devotion from fans approaching idolatry. For his farewell at Mainz, 15,000 saluted him in the city’s main square. When he left Dortmund, a teeming Yellow Wall unfurled a “Danke, Jürgen” banner the size of a small cornfield. What outpourings might one day herald his departure from Liverpool? For his disciples in red, it does not bear thinking about.
They converged on Wembley to toast not just their irrepressible team but a manager who could yet fulfil a quest that all before him, Pep Guardiola included, have found impossible. Yes, the quadruple is now truly in sight.
It was a delirious atmosphere inside Wembley, a springtime cacophony played out amid the smoke from dozens of red flares Liverpool supporters had somehow smuggled past security. To think, there had been suggestions that many might struggle to travel here due to Easter rail works. Some hope. Klopp is a man who could entice the true believers to follow him to the outer moons of Neptune.
As the final whistle sounded on this watershed victory over Manchester City, against whose standards Liverpool are so often compared, Klopp motioned initially to head down the tunnel. Instead, he turned on his heels, sprinting on to the pitch to perform four theatrical fist-pumps.
Perhaps the number was coincidental. Traditionally, the quadruple has been a frontier so remote that Guardiola would refuse to hear the word uttered in his presence. But for the next six weeks, everything Klopp does will be framed by the pursuit of glory on all four fronts. “Let’s go for it,” he grinned.
Already, his players have gone further than any Premier League team before them to keep the idea alive. Even in 2019, the year that City won an unprecedented domestic treble, talk of the “quad” expired with a Champions League defeat to Tottenham on April 17. Last year, the plan was sabotaged on the same date by the first of three consecutive defeats by Chelsea. Barring any implosion in the league, Liverpool should still be masters of their own ultimate destiny come next month. And on this evidence, you would not put anything past them.
This season, Klopp has brought his fan base to a pitch of overwhelming emotion. Liverpool dwarfed City in every department at Wembley, the energy of the players matched by the cascade of passion from the stands. Seldom can an FA Cup semi-final on neutral ground have felt so powerfully like a home game. It is one of the quirks of the Klopp era that this was the first time Liverpool had reached the last four during his tenure. The manner of the breakthrough, Ibrahima Konaté racing on to Andrew Robertson’s corner to bury a header beyond Zack Steffen, illustrated a resolve to savour every moment.
If the second goal was a gift courtesy of the hapless Steffen, the third, lashed in by Sadio Mané, made even Klopp puff out his cheeks in admiration. For 45 minutes, Liverpool had achieved the last word in what he had once called “heavy metal football”, pressing so high and so relentlessly that City’s stand-in goalkeeper was punished for just a split-second’s dawdling.
You look at Klopp in this mood and you realise that Liverpool could not have machine-tooled a manager more perfectly in sync with their character. The reason he became so adored in Mainz and Dortmund is that he brought not simply technical mastery to the job, but soul. Klopp’s connection with Liverpool also has an authenticity that cannot be confected. His unveiling in 2015 was stamped indelibly by his little tap on the “This Is Anfield” tunnel badge. Even when he fell short in the 2018 Champions League final in Kyiv, he was still filmed singing the “Allez, allez, allez” chant with bedraggled fans at 6am.
If you think their love for Klopp is exaggerated, just contrast his electrifying influence with the grim regression at Manchester United over the same seven years. While figures such as Jose Mourinho and Ralf Rangnick have only ever looked as if they are passing through, Klopp builds an impression of permanence, the sense of a project. His approach is one of total immersion, and it has propelled Liverpool to the undreamt-of heights of winning a title by 18 points and closing in on a quadruple that defies all known rules of endurance.
The consensus, until recently, was that few coaches of the modern era could hold a candle to Guardiola. Except Klopp has become the first to beat him 10 times. In the comparisons between two teams and two managers of generational brilliance, there is an argument that Klopp is now edging in front. The justification lies less in the numbers than in the strength of the bonds he has forged. At 54, Klopp has presided over three clubs and attained the status of a demigod at every one. He has never been a mere gun for hire. He is that rare breed, a true football alchemist, whose pomp we should relish while it lasts.
From the Telegraph.
All his career, Jürgen Klopp has inspired a devotion from fans approaching idolatry. For his farewell at Mainz, 15,000 saluted him in the city’s main square. When he left Dortmund, a teeming Yellow Wall unfurled a “Danke, Jürgen” banner the size of a small cornfield. What outpourings might one day herald his departure from Liverpool? For his disciples in red, it does not bear thinking about.
They converged on Wembley to toast not just their irrepressible team but a manager who could yet fulfil a quest that all before him, Pep Guardiola included, have found impossible. Yes, the quadruple is now truly in sight.
It was a delirious atmosphere inside Wembley, a springtime cacophony played out amid the smoke from dozens of red flares Liverpool supporters had somehow smuggled past security. To think, there had been suggestions that many might struggle to travel here due to Easter rail works. Some hope. Klopp is a man who could entice the true believers to follow him to the outer moons of Neptune.
As the final whistle sounded on this watershed victory over Manchester City, against whose standards Liverpool are so often compared, Klopp motioned initially to head down the tunnel. Instead, he turned on his heels, sprinting on to the pitch to perform four theatrical fist-pumps.
Perhaps the number was coincidental. Traditionally, the quadruple has been a frontier so remote that Guardiola would refuse to hear the word uttered in his presence. But for the next six weeks, everything Klopp does will be framed by the pursuit of glory on all four fronts. “Let’s go for it,” he grinned.
Already, his players have gone further than any Premier League team before them to keep the idea alive. Even in 2019, the year that City won an unprecedented domestic treble, talk of the “quad” expired with a Champions League defeat to Tottenham on April 17. Last year, the plan was sabotaged on the same date by the first of three consecutive defeats by Chelsea. Barring any implosion in the league, Liverpool should still be masters of their own ultimate destiny come next month. And on this evidence, you would not put anything past them.
This season, Klopp has brought his fan base to a pitch of overwhelming emotion. Liverpool dwarfed City in every department at Wembley, the energy of the players matched by the cascade of passion from the stands. Seldom can an FA Cup semi-final on neutral ground have felt so powerfully like a home game. It is one of the quirks of the Klopp era that this was the first time Liverpool had reached the last four during his tenure. The manner of the breakthrough, Ibrahima Konaté racing on to Andrew Robertson’s corner to bury a header beyond Zack Steffen, illustrated a resolve to savour every moment.
If the second goal was a gift courtesy of the hapless Steffen, the third, lashed in by Sadio Mané, made even Klopp puff out his cheeks in admiration. For 45 minutes, Liverpool had achieved the last word in what he had once called “heavy metal football”, pressing so high and so relentlessly that City’s stand-in goalkeeper was punished for just a split-second’s dawdling.
You look at Klopp in this mood and you realise that Liverpool could not have machine-tooled a manager more perfectly in sync with their character. The reason he became so adored in Mainz and Dortmund is that he brought not simply technical mastery to the job, but soul. Klopp’s connection with Liverpool also has an authenticity that cannot be confected. His unveiling in 2015 was stamped indelibly by his little tap on the “This Is Anfield” tunnel badge. Even when he fell short in the 2018 Champions League final in Kyiv, he was still filmed singing the “Allez, allez, allez” chant with bedraggled fans at 6am.
If you think their love for Klopp is exaggerated, just contrast his electrifying influence with the grim regression at Manchester United over the same seven years. While figures such as Jose Mourinho and Ralf Rangnick have only ever looked as if they are passing through, Klopp builds an impression of permanence, the sense of a project. His approach is one of total immersion, and it has propelled Liverpool to the undreamt-of heights of winning a title by 18 points and closing in on a quadruple that defies all known rules of endurance.
The consensus, until recently, was that few coaches of the modern era could hold a candle to Guardiola. Except Klopp has become the first to beat him 10 times. In the comparisons between two teams and two managers of generational brilliance, there is an argument that Klopp is now edging in front. The justification lies less in the numbers than in the strength of the bonds he has forged. At 54, Klopp has presided over three clubs and attained the status of a demigod at every one. He has never been a mere gun for hire. He is that rare breed, a true football alchemist, whose pomp we should relish while it lasts.
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And breath …..
After nearly blowing an aneurism most of yesterday trying to find cheaper options, thast the final travel all booked for Paris.
Anyone thinking of going, I’d get on it now before things go even madder. Nothings cheap which ever option you look.
Honestly wasn’t expecting such an easy final venue to get to, to be so ****** complex and expensive!
But at least thats one less worry taken care of relatively cheaply in comparison to most options.
Mad German btard will have us all on the street come June!
After nearly blowing an aneurism most of yesterday trying to find cheaper options, thast the final travel all booked for Paris.
Anyone thinking of going, I’d get on it now before things go even madder. Nothings cheap which ever option you look.
Honestly wasn’t expecting such an easy final venue to get to, to be so ****** complex and expensive!
But at least thats one less worry taken care of relatively cheaply in comparison to most options. Mad German btard will have us all on the street come June!
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Absolute, low life disgrace.
Well, those that could actually be bothered turning up.
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It was all over their section.
Even accounting for Wembley and the hoops you had to jump through travel wise, 73K was a P poor attendance that was ALL down to (lil') City.
We still found a way to get there with our allocation sold out as per. But then we aren't just big in Stockport and Oldham.
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Picture perfect. Literally.
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Planned applause for the Ronaldo’s on 7 mins tonight.
Everything City wasn’t at the weekend.
Everything City wasn’t at the weekend.
Oh I wouldn't say that Scouse I've lived in Stockport and saw more Liverpool and United shirts/scarves than City onesIt was all over their section.
Even accounting for Wembley and the hoops you had to jump through travel wise, 73K was a P poor attendance that was ALL down to (lil') City.
We still found a way to get there with our allocation sold out as per. But then we aren't just big in Stockport and Oldham.
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Respect!
