When Saturday came; we lost by two goals to one at home to the boys from Ashton Gate. The electric atmosphere we generated to cheer the Palace team on came to nothing. Nevermind, we'll get 'em back on the second leg - Warnock seems quite confident, as does one other brave fan I talk to who insists on keeping a positive frame of mind. Others don't seem too sure and neither do I. But hang on a mo, all we need to do is beat Brizzle two - nil and then we'll be queing for another five hours to buy tickets for the play-off final at Wembley. It can't be that difficult, can it?
SELHURST PARK - SATURDAY 12:15
(Film courtesy of the You Say That You Love Me Film Company)
Oh yes it was! Last night proved how lucky Brizzle were in having Lee Trundle as a player and Gary Johnson as a manager (no disrespect, Neil, you've done wonders for us since joining up and scooping us off from the relegation zone floor - cheers). Work commitments meant that I only saw the second half of the first half of the game on the telly, which was enough to give me some hope as I watched Ben Watson header in the aggragate equaliser. In the second half, Benny boy was awarded a penalty which was saved by the goalkeeper / goalpost. The game went into extra time where Brizzle scored two more goals and won themselves a May 24th appointment at Wembley. The winner of the Wembley game will be promoted to the Premiership where they will get what's known as a parachute payment of sixty million quid over a three year period. That'll be Hull City then.
As for the rest of us that are left missing out on promotion or those suffering the pain of relegation, here's a song just for you.
