We're done. Aren't we?
"We've got a fighting chance but we have to win to be in it on Saturday, it's as simple as that. The only thing we can do is win the games that remain." (
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Oh blast, do we have to? I've enjoyed this week. You know, I'm at peace with myself, not having to worry about the play-off's, not being made to fly home the weekend of May 24th, looking ahead to next season, hoping for Foolham and not Reading. And now Pards still says we have a chance. So does
Kings Hill. The scenario is almost believable, well except for us winning the 3 games bit - be the first time since November, but hey Pards say's
"we're stronger now." Then again so is the smell of bullsh*t.
Saturday was a game I had pencilled in for a return to blighty. A raw old London derby with QPRhahahaha. But now I'm going to Houston instead. I hope the 2,500 odd Addicks get a show, I hope Ambrose gets to play in an advanced role. I hope Gray and Lita give us something to smile about. I hope Varney gets a run out. God I hope they don't draw me back into the play-off web. I'm over it, I really am.