There I was on my couch yesterday afternoon, hung over, getting stuck into a day of football. I just watched Arsenal take Blackburn and I was sitting comfortably and ready to get stuck into Jeff Skilling and the lads for Super Soccer Saturday. We were watching the Chelsea v Stoke game on the laptop aswell; it was quite obsessive now that I think of it. Within the first twenty minutes of kick off of the 3 o clock games, Notts County, my newly promoted sweet hearts, were 3 - 0 down for the third time this season. This was starting to annoy me.
Last season, Notts County beat all kinds records in League 2 - scoring a record 93 points & a record 96 goals and winning promotion in some serious fucking style. They are finally back in League 1, a place they sadly left in 2004. I thought, we'll probably hang around League 1 for a couple of seasons and maybe, with a bit of luck, after a while, find ourselves in the Championship.
The season kicks off with Hudderfield and we get fucking hockied 3-0, okay, understandable, first game of the season, they are playing one of the favourites to win the league this year. Understandable.
The second game is a Carling League Cup first round game and we are against Plymouth, a championship team, this game is a bit more optimistic and we manage to take them 1-0and we are in their ground. Okay, the first game was obviously a complete fuck up.
Second league game, Oldham athletic, okay, we could take these cunts. Oldham have always been a team I could never respect, they have no personality, we'll take from the Plymouth game and start kicking ass. Ninty minutes later, we were 3-0 down - no points - Minus 6 six goal difference, for fuck sake. This is not a good start. The League Cup is good but lets face it, we're not gonna win it. We gotta think about getting wins under belt.
Next game is Dagenham and Redbrige, the daggers, I don't even know where this club is, and it is 2 towns, we are the city of Nottingham, think about it, if those 2 towns had to come together to make a club, the places must be fucking tiny. Lets go, off the mark 3 points. It is a long 90 minutes but we manage to get an 82 minute winner. Get in there, points on the board. Get in there.
Time for the 2 round of the League Cup and we are taking on another Championship club - Watford. We are away to a club that only recently got relegated from the premiership. This will probably be our exit. Half time it is 0-0, grand, kick off the second half and Ben Davis gets a sweet header pretty much immediately for County and it is all too fucking play for. 10 minutes, bang! Ben Burgess get a second one for County - Holy Shit, we are actually gonna win this bad boi. The game finishes 2-1 and we draw the Premier League's Wolves in Round 3. Savage, bring it on. This season is starting to pick up.
I then come back to yesterday afternoon and we are 3-0 down to Bournemouth after 20 minutes, for fuck sake. We get back one before half time. Here is hoping. 60th minute - no score - 70th - no luck - 80th minute - still nothing - 90th minute - still 3-1. That is pretty much it. Oh, County get a 91st minute consolation goal to make it 3-2 and hold it . . . . . hold it. . . . 93rd minute goal - it's 3-3, get in there you little fucking beauty. This season is gonna be alright after all.
Come on County!
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