Stop Making Sense
“There is a party, everyone is there Everyone will leave at exactly the same time” The wall of sound comes crashing through the terrace’s entry points onto the concourse nearly knocking us off our feet. The crescendo rising as Darren Fletcher finds the back of the net with a headed goal and the realisation around OT sinks in, United have taken the lead against City and F*** we missed a goal! [20 minutes earlier] As the Manchester Derby veered towards 1-1 at half time, the OT crowd were baying for blood with the familiar “Attack, Attack, Attack” but in all honesty we were under the kosh. My big brother nudges me and indicates that its time to beat the half-time rush and get to the bar asap. Are you off your rocker I scowled back at him, like a man possessed? Then, that all too familiar sound of the half time whistle rings around the ground and the race is on, for the bar. My hesitation to miss the action results in us taking our places at the back of the queue. Heh...