Legaue championships, the FA Cup, European trophies followed. then the bubble slowly deflated. The beginning of the sort of end was the 'defeat' in the European Cup Final, the origin of the wac-coe thing (see WR 18 December 09). Relegation followed, then promotion and the last ever four division Football League Championship. Then financial lunacy chasing the dream, relegation, insolvency, points deduction for going into administration and a further points deduction for getting out of administration (don't ask, it's complicated), down to the third tier of English football for the first time ever.
The saving grace was the supporters. they kept coming through thin and thinner. Bare chested, twirling their shirts over their heads. They kept coming in their thousands. Now we are on the up again. Top of League One (as we are now to call the Third Division) by a country mile. I count no chickens but promotion looks a very likely bet. Then someone with a huge amount of money will realise what a potential goldmine the club is: one club big city, huge fanbase. Ker-ching!!!
And tomorrow we have the scum (official name: Manchester United) in the FA Cup. I can't describe how much we hate the strutting posing, braying, prawn sandwich eating, glory hunting - erm - tossers (I could have used much stronger language). We'll probably lose. We may lose badly. The team is still work in progress - a lot more progress will be needed to match the top Premiership clubs. I don't care. We're taking 9,000 tomorrow. Apparently we could have taken 30,000 if the tickets were available. Still bare chested, singing, chanting through thin and thinner.
There is only one objective this season: get promoted. But the diversion is delicious. But for a few hours more, I can dream of FA Cup glory
Oh, laiking? A Yorkshire dialect word for playing. T'? - The.