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The Stoke match airs at 5.00 for us; long after it's been played in England.
PLEASE DON'T SPOIL ME!
:-))
PLEASE DON'T SPOIL ME!
:-))
After 23 years, Stoke are back where they belong; in the Premiership. Stoke are my local team and the second oldest football club in the country, founded in 1863. Famous people, like Stanley Matthews played for them and my uncle, Dennis Smith, captained them in the 70s. (Well, not exactly my uncle...I think he married my great aunt. Or something. He got me all the team's autographs when I wrote and said I was Frank and Betty's granddaughter (though he'd have probably done that anyway :;g::))
It was a nail-biting game; for those of you who don't know how it works, it's kind of too complicated to sum up easily, but there are divisions; the teams you probably know, like Liverpool and Man United are in the first one (the Premiership) and Stoke were in the one below that. The top two teams in Stoke's division at the end of the season go up; the third promotion spot is decided by playoffs in the remaining top teams. If Stoke had lost today, they'd have been in the playoffs (again, slightly more complex than that) and their record of playoffs isn't good.
Add into the mix the fact that the team they were playing, Leicester, were at the bottom of the table and they ended up being relegated, for the first time in well over a century, to the third division (ironically, due to all the renaming, now called the first division. No, it makes no sense to me, either).
The tension was... well, Talisker jumped off my knee three times when I screamed in excitement and then sat huffily across from me, glaring.
You see, all the teams play at the exact same time and the results of two other games had HUGE implications for Stoke and Leicester. The Stoke/Leicester game ended 0-0, but the other games, especially the one that affected Leicester...well, the goal count kept going up, people in the crowd had radios; despair, exultation, despair.
And then, with thirty seconds to go, Stoke fans invaded the pitch but of course, it was too soon and they had to get herded off again so the final seconds could be played and then you couldn't see the pitch for people.
And now, next season, Stoke (my team) and Liverpool (David's team) will meet twice.
Heh. Heheheh.
And YAY!!! Stoke FTW!
It was a nail-biting game; for those of you who don't know how it works, it's kind of too complicated to sum up easily, but there are divisions; the teams you probably know, like Liverpool and Man United are in the first one (the Premiership) and Stoke were in the one below that. The top two teams in Stoke's division at the end of the season go up; the third promotion spot is decided by playoffs in the remaining top teams. If Stoke had lost today, they'd have been in the playoffs (again, slightly more complex than that) and their record of playoffs isn't good.
Add into the mix the fact that the team they were playing, Leicester, were at the bottom of the table and they ended up being relegated, for the first time in well over a century, to the third division (ironically, due to all the renaming, now called the first division. No, it makes no sense to me, either).
The tension was... well, Talisker jumped off my knee three times when I screamed in excitement and then sat huffily across from me, glaring.
You see, all the teams play at the exact same time and the results of two other games had HUGE implications for Stoke and Leicester. The Stoke/Leicester game ended 0-0, but the other games, especially the one that affected Leicester...well, the goal count kept going up, people in the crowd had radios; despair, exultation, despair.
And then, with thirty seconds to go, Stoke fans invaded the pitch but of course, it was too soon and they had to get herded off again so the final seconds could be played and then you couldn't see the pitch for people.
And now, next season, Stoke (my team) and Liverpool (David's team) will meet twice.
Heh. Heheheh.
And YAY!!! Stoke FTW!
Spent the morning getting dandelions out of the back lawn with one of those sticks with a grippy bit on the end; worked really well, though you never get all the roots, and saved blisters on my hands, or using weedkiller.
Then we tiled. Much tiling. Still not done.
Then we watched Stoke play.
Now I'm getting ready to watch Richard Burgi in Desperate Housewives and smiling as my short story, Cat Scratch Fever, got five out of five cups at Coffee Time Romance.
GOOD day! ::beams::
I hope you're all having nice Sundays too.
Then we tiled. Much tiling. Still not done.
Then we watched Stoke play.
Now I'm getting ready to watch Richard Burgi in Desperate Housewives and smiling as my short story, Cat Scratch Fever, got five out of five cups at Coffee Time Romance.
GOOD day! ::beams::
I hope you're all having nice Sundays too.
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