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?
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“Tomorrow” being Sunday 24th August, that is. I’m at KM, but the day job calls. In the meantime, feel free to bitch discuss the game…
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.
We must have won last night.
Blimey, that was a bit of a turn up for the books after last week’s gloom.
I suppose these past few days could have turned out a lot nicer.
Three months, however many days and not a few transfers in and out later – the new season is here.
Hooray.
And that concludes the pre-season bonanza…
Played two, lost two. But after Mumford and Sons 2 Madness 3, I get the sense we’re on the right track…