Once a Season, me and a few mates do a jolly boys outing to watch saints loose away from home. This season it is Stoke.
It started a few years back when on one cold and miserable Tuesday night we went to see us get our arses arses kicked 5-2 by Watford. It was actually quite an entertaining night singing our hearts out to chants like "We want our money back", "Can we come ans sit with you", "sack the board@ etc
Last season was QPR, we lost and it was the last game Theo Walcott playeds for, this was the turning point in the season and playoffs were well out of reach.
Tomorow morning, me and 16 chums are getting picked up 8 o'clock, and heading up to Fradders county. We will probably spend 3 hours on the bus on the way up, 3 hours in the pub 3 hour sat the match and 3 hour comming home again.
I am making sure i am wearing different underpants from the last 2 years so I don't jinx it again.
Hopefully we will thrash them 5-0 and be well in with a promtion chance.
Heres dreaming