We won …. we won …. we won! I admit I got so excited and shouted and sang so robustly ….. that I no longer have a voice, just a high pitched and most unmanly squeak, but it was so wonderfully worth it!
Tom said I’ll have to go every week now, as long as I don’t ask stupid questions …… (see below) as I seem be a bit of a lucky charm …. but I think it was my lucky pants, socks and vest that really did it.The new Stan Cullis Stand looked both magnificent and romantic, it’s just a pity that Andy never got to see it, which made me feel a bit sad, but I was there to embrace it for him.I think only let myself down once, and that was when I asked Tom why they were sweeping for mines on the pitch before the bully off …. he tutted (a bit like Lucy does sometimes) and told me to suck on my glacier fruits (quietly)!
We all shared a rampantly buoyant mood as we left the Molineux ….. dreaming of the matches and victories that were to come ….. and perhaps going up again soon…….???