Only for the ESP explorers amoung us.We can all have a 6th sense member on the posting team you know.
No More Plastic PitchesI had a dream, no more plastic pitchesI had a dream, I had a dreamQPR, got a lot to answer for!Preston North End, got a lot to answer for!Luton Town, got a lot to answer for!It's living in peace and harmonyIt's a holiday for a refereeSociety without a class Where all of football’s played on grass, Cos I’ve got a dreamI've got a dream, have you got a dream?
Quote from: Dave Cooper please on March 27, 2023, 04:37:50 PMGet up, go to the pub, watch the game, go to the pub, go home.Dave stole my answer.
Get up, go to the pub, watch the game, go to the pub, go home.
Number imagery I have concentrated on this Saturdays match, and then I wished to write down the numbers that came to memory by free association.I kept getting a very distinct number three.And I saw the number 22.I'm curious to find out what that is in relation to Chelsea Villa.
Behind Footy's posts I imagine some collective effort with a vibe similar to the bloke who does Beijing Casual, posting this endless, increasingly surreal stream of dog's cock and pissing themselves whilst doing so.
Another of mine began after my daughter came home after doing a year teaching in Brum as a NQT. She was working in a school in Aston/Handsworth and among her stuff that she came home with was a gift from an Indian lady whose child had been in her class. The gift was a small wooden elephant about four or five inches high.It was given to her in thanks by the mother because her daughter loved my lass and was doing very well at school. I loved this elephant from the moment I saw it and I read somewhere that if you point it towards your front door it will bring you luck.I commandeered that elephant and sits on our hearth and every match day I ensure that he is facing the front door. This also applies to a tiny ceramic jumbo that sits on a shelf in a unit but I'm buggered if I know where he came from.
I genuinely had a pair of lucky pants which co-incided with the great run under Gregory in 97-98. They were falling apart so my mum chucked them over the summer. If you recall we actually finished top of the league at Christmas in 1998, so it's possible I was just wearing a pair of worn-out pants every Saturday for about three months.