I remember being over the moon when presented with my new shirt with WARHURST 7. I wore it for 2 days solid.
Then he buggered off to Blackburn the next day. I’m 41 this year, and haven’t felt hurt like it since.
Post of the decade.
You sound sweet. I want to take you home, braid your hair whilst we both read extracts from The secret Seven infront of an open fire of dreams.
I agree that Leon would have done a decent job in the Poo-Poo league (as I heard it described by a passer by last night)
Still . . . . . . . all is not lost.
FJ9.
Portman Road is about a 400 metre walk mate. You'll see the main stand from outside the rail station.
Best pub is probably The Station Hotel. Directly opposite the station funnily enough! You shall be served by a toothless inbred with hairy hands.