Blimey o'Riley

Spent the weekend away. Lovely time, lots of friends that purport to be football fans but Liberace was more devout than them.
Cue 5th beer on Saturday afternoon, wifi kicks in as I casually browse the scores at half time.
Beer went over, friends child soaked, screams, chaos and me just staring at my phone...2-0? How the fu** (one for the org)
Walking away from the screaming child (who was fucking annoying by the way and deserved it - one for Esther) my day swam away and my heart and mind lived in Liverpool.
The brain and basic instinct clicks in and all I can think about is West Ham. The group enquire what the score is, my wife has seen my shark eyes and knows something is on and we're doing well, she knows this'll be a big night.
I tell the plastics something big is going down. They pretend to know and agree, I just prey my 4g holds out.
It did.
When noble went I knew we were ok. The sky was stormy and the mood strange, something was up and the result was on.
When Sakho sent in the 3rd I ordered Moët (the establishment had nothing better) and it went all over the shop. This time everyone screamed. I gave the owner the damages and he was happy.
It doesn't happen often.
Kin sore head this morning by worth it.
This is not why we love West Ham though. This is because we are West Ham.
bring it in now bilic, bring it fucking on.