How fooking wrong can you be when my co pilot tells me to pick him up from the Red Admiral at 11 o'clock "and don't worry, i've only got half a dozen cans as me carry out" he proudly explains

Any way 2 pits stops, 2 spilt cans, and 7 hours later me head is still busting when we finally arrive in Plymouth. The worrying thing is i still can't remember what the fook he's been talking about.
Quick check in and off around the Barbican, i quickly need some of what he's been drinking, but before i go out i have another dilema it's either heads and tails with Bernie 'Budgie' or sleep in the shallow end with me co pilot, fook it we'll just have to stay up.
Oh aye the match, strange team, no forwards but not all bad news, Liddles in midfield in place of Sweeny (couldn't resist)
Well we certainly looked comfortable, looking to catch them on the break, Liddle was breaking everything up covering lots of ground like Sweeny does, but was actually influencing the game and touching the ball. Some slack defensive play though let Plymouth in a few times, Monkhouse, Horwood and Austin all guilty of not clearing there lines effectively but thankfully Keeno kept them out with 3 great point blank saves, it would be great if we could keep him for a season long loan, he's head and shoulders above Flinders.
Second half, i can't remember them having a shot, whlie Monkhouse terrorised them everytime we got forward. Horwood cut a ball back when he should have shot, Larkin cut a couple back when it was easier to be more direct, Monky headed against a post, McSweeney (i think) had one blocked, then cleared off the line, it really was only a matter of time.
And then with about 5 minutes left a rocket from McSweeney flew into the top corner of the net from about 25 yards.
Strange substitution folllowed when really there was no need cos we were comfortable, but Bjornson came on for McSweeney and went centre forward and Behan went out wide right, but we only had 3 minutes plus 5 minutes added time to hold on and apart from a few long punts into our box which Keen caught comfotably the final result was never in doubt.
Hartley did good, Murray and Gamble a little quieter than usual, Liddle was in control of the midfield and Monkhouse was unplayable in the 2nd half.
The final whistle was met with elation by 84 of the 85 away fans, the 85th had just realised the win probably meant a stop at the offdoor and singing blue army all the way home, wouldn't be so bad if he could only remember all the words.

Well we're off to the Orient next and me co pilot is off to Benidorm, i hope Benidorm is ready for him.
Blue Army!
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