So Palace turn up, but don't really! As, definitely Fat Sam, not Big Sam, gets them onto the pitch to be slaughtered! A pitch surrounded by too many empty seats, yet the day tripper in front of me said he tried to get 4 tickets and he could only get 2! Go figure?? We need to get all over better promotion of chucking your tickets back in. Personally I think the best way is through guilt! In creating an efficient successful scheme that allows a good percentage of the tickets to underprivileged kids and low income families who dream of going to the game, to get in for next to nothing. For you are telling me there aren't shit loads of unlucky kids who would be desperate to go, of course there are and they with some installed aspiration are the season ticket holders of the future. We need to get a grip for everyone's sake!
Anyway those who were there were treated to some brilliant football at times, as one goal after another went in! Even that waste of Oxygen managed to score one and he would struggle to score with a 10 inch cock on a train full of female nymphomaniacs! All the other 4 goal-scorers I was really happy to see as we strolled away with it in the end.
Man of the match was obviously Silva, the team sheet thing I again didn't agree with was play Zaba, push Fernandhinio into the middle and play Kev on the wing rather than Sterling, but apart from that enough said and thoroughly enjoyable watching, even though Fat Lad wasn't much of a test!
Colin bell stand, Third Tier, with the Mrs and her hilarious in play ill informed commentary, that mainly involved come on little fella pass it forward to other little fella!
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