So, here comes Saturday. Win lose or draw, we are promoted and have had a brilliant season. We deserve the silverware, and I cannt think of a better way to start the next season, our centenery season, with the cup in the trophy cabinet. But if we dont, we dont.
Pools have been an intergral part of my footie life since I was 15ish. Prior to that me dad dragged me to Ayrsome Park for the boring boring Borer, and I mean dragged. Then I realised how sh1te they were, went to see Pools and that was that. Some of my best memories are Pools related - from freezing my knackers off on a Tuesday night watching sh1te football but having a right laugh with me mates, to going by myself and merging into the crowd when I didnt really want any company. But always Pools.
To the drunken spliffed away matches that were always ALWAYS an adventure and a laugh. To being scared sh1teless at Hull away - soaked and p1ssed off at Macclesfield in the cup - who was that with the Gibson Out banner? - to bored at Stockport.
To meeting with mates in the Causeway, racing round to park outside me old gaff in Richardson Street and always missing the first 5 minutes.
I cannt come on Saturday for various, crap reasons, but whatever happens - win lose or draw - were promoted, we're Poolies and we should be fecking proud.
Poolie till I die
