Look, I wasn’t going to do the obvious “stuffing” joke, so you’ll have to put up with that one.
So, how do I start writing about Southend last night in the Paint Pot? And more to the point, how do I find the right balance between hard-nosed cynical realism and giddily planning my trip to Wembley?
The sun is shining, the temperature seems to be about right, the birds are tweeting in the non-social media sense, and even the resident fox having a major strop at 3am had a reassuring feel to it.
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