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Eventually after much grovelling and charm managed to convince her I was worth another chance.
Eventually we married and have three brilliant kids and five grandkids,although since we have both moved on !!!

January 1986, arrived in Sheffield a little worst for wear our designated driver parked in St marys church car park within a stones throw of the away end.
Managed to get into the ground just as the match kicked off, rare for those days some of our crew has seat tickets, others had standing tickets, i had aquired a seat ticket, the away end was in full song c8000 Derby fans chanting Arthur Cox's Black and White army the noise was near on deafening. The match progressed the Rams were playing better than their oppositon a full division above them.
The Blades breakaway with 10 minutes or so and the now Roy Hodgson sidekick, Ray Lewington places a scruffy shot past Mark Wallington into the goal. The 8000 are silenced briefly, the flag goes up for offside and it is disallowed, Cacophony in the away end is resumed with a greater volume than before the annulment. 
A furher 10-15 minutes go by, Derby are still in the ascendency, we get a corner, it is swung over by Jeff Chandler?, Captain Marvel rises a above the United defence and buries his header into the back of the net.
Derby fans are in raptures, the match sort of peters out with Derby holding the Blades quite comfortably, the final whistle blows and the super rams are in the Fifth Round.
Coming out of the ground the atmosphere is a little hostile with the natives unhappy that their own (obviously offside) goal was disallowed and the FA cup adventures curtailed for another year.
We embark in our vehicle to head back into the God's county and decide to have a few refreshment stops on the way home, much singing and dancing in Chesterfield, Clay Cross, Shirland, Ofton and Marehay.
i get dropped off at home c 8pm, it is cold evening and the frost is spreading it's silvery sparkly fingers over the lawn and driveway around the house.
i suddenly click that i  was supposed to be taking my new very attractive girlfriend out for the night, i had forgot completely with the euphoria of victory celebrations and the intense alcholic haze.
I smelt strongly of man sweat and stale bitter etc. so i had 30 minutes to run a bath and make myself presentable for the said young lady who was to arrive in our Taxi at 8.30pm and then onto Derby for a night of Dancing and more alcohol.
Got in the bath and the next thing i know i wake up with a cold shock, it is pitch black and the water of my once steaming bath is tepid.
With pounding head i get gingerly out and start to dry myself and get myself warm.
i look at the clock it is 3am, suddenly in blind panic i realise that i had a date 6 hours plus before.
i search the house vainly expecting the said young lady to be there instead i find the inevitable Dear John letter on the mantlepiece.
 
 
 
 

January 1986, arrived in Sheffield a little worst for wear our designated driver parked in St marys church car park within a stones throw of the away end.
Managed to get into the ground just as the match kicked off, rare for those days some of our crew has seat tickets, others had standing tickets, i had aquired a seat ticket, the away end was in full song c8000 Derby fans chanting Arthur Cox's Black and White army the noise was near on deafening. The match progressed the Rams were playing better than their oppositon a full division above them.
The Blades breakaway with 10 minutes or so and the now Roy Hodgson sidekick, Ray Lewington places a scruffy shot past Mark Wallington into the goal. The 8000 are silenced briefly, the flag goes up for offside and it is disallowed, Cacophony in the away end is resumed with a greater volume than before the annulment. 
A furher 10-15 minutes go by, Derby are still in the ascendency, we get a corner, it is swung over by Jeff Chandler?, Captain Marvel rises a above the United defence and buries his header into the back of the net.
Derby fans are in raptures, the match sort of peters out with Derby holding the Blades quite comfortably, the final whistle blows and the super rams are in the Fifth Round.
Coming out of the ground the atmosphere is a little hostile with the natives unhappy that their own (obviously offside) goal was disallowed and the FA cup adventures curtailed for another year.
We embark in our vehicle to head back into the God's county and decide to have a few refreshment stops on the way home, much singing and dancing in Chesterfield, Clay Cross, Shirland, Ofton and Marehay.
i get dropped off at home c 8pm, it is cold evening and the frost is spreading it's silvery sparkly fingers over the lawn and driveway around the house.
i suddenly click that i  was supposed to be taking my new very attractive girlfriend out for the night, i had forgot completely with the euphoria of victory celebrations and the intense alcholic haze.
I smelt strongly of man sweat and stale bitter etc. so i had 30 minutes to run a bath and make myself presentable for the said young lady who was to arrive in our Taxi at 8.30pm and then onto Derby for a night of Dancing and more alcohol.
Got in the bath and the next thing i know i wake up with a cold shock, it is pitch black and the water of my once steaming bath is tepid.
With pounding head i get gingerly out and start to dry myself and get myself warm.
i look at the clock it is 3am, suddenly in blind panic i realise that i had a date 6 hours plus before.
i search the house vainly expecting the said young lady to be there instead i find the inevitable Dear John letter on the mantlepiece.
 
 
 
 

January 1986, arrived in Sheffield a little worst for wear our designated driver parked in St marys church car park within a stones throw of the away end.
Managed to get into the ground just as the match kicked off, rare for those days some of our crew has seat tickets, others had standing tickets, i had aquired a seat ticket, the away end was in full song c8000 Derby fans chanting Arthur Cox's Black and White army the noise was near on deafening. The match progressed the Rams were playing better than their oppositon a full division above them.
The Blades breakaway with 10 minutes or so and the now Roy Hodgson sidekick, Ray Lewington places a scruffy shot past Mark Wallington into the goal. The 8000 are silenced briefly, the flag goes up for offside and it is disallowed, Cacophony in the away end is resumed with a greater volume than before the annulment. 
A furher 10-15 minutes go by, Derby are still in the ascendency, we get a corner, it is swung over by Jeff Chandler?, Captain Marvel rises a above the United defence and buries his header into the back of the net.
Derby fans are in raptures, the match sort of peters out with Derby holding the Blades quite comfortably, the final whistle blows and the super rams are in the Fifth Round.
Coming out of the ground the atmosphere is a little hostile with the natives unhappy that their own (obviously offside) goal was disallowed and the FA cup adventures curtailed for another year.
We embark in our vehicle to head back into the God's county and decide to have a few refreshment stops on the way home, much singing and dancing in Chesterfield, Clay Cross, Shirland, Ofton and Marehay.
i get dropped off at home c 8pm, it is cold evening and the frost is spreading it's silvery sparkly fingers over the lawn and driveway around the house.
i suddenly click that i  was supposed to be taking my new very attractive girlfriend out for the night, i had forgot completely with the euphoria of victory celebrations and the intense alcholic haze.
I smelt strongly of man sweat and stale bitter etc. so i had 30 minutes to run a bath and make myself presentable for the said young lady who was to arrive in our Taxi at 8.30pm and then onto Derby for a night of Dancing and more alcohol.
Got in the bath and the next thing i know i wake up with a cold shock, it is pitch black and the water of my once steaming bath is tepid.
With pounding head i get gingerly out and start to dry myself and get myself warm.
i look at the clock it is 3am, suddenly in blind panic i realise that i had a date 6 hours plus before.
i search the house vainly expecting the said young lady to be there instead i find the inevitable Dear John letter on the mantlepiece.
 
 
 
 

Ahhh, you can't be amazed at the achievements of SpaceX without being an Elon fanboi?
Sounds dumb.

Fairly obvious what the Media Matters lawsuit is about
They are an organisation whose sole purpose is to highlight misinformation in the conservative media. Calling them "anti-free speech" is laughable. They don't lobby to have stuff taken down, they simply shine a light on where the misinformation lies
So they will be a constant thorn in Twitter's side now that Twitter is algorithimically programmed to amplify misinformation if paid accounts are posting it
So no wonder Twitter wants to squish them. 
Pop another red pill lads, the rabbit hole goes deeper than you all think

This is mine

I feel like some of the expectations on here are totally unrealistic. We're in the weakest playing position in our club's history, coming out of the worst financial period. How are people honestly commenting with straight faces they want full academy inclusion, pretty football, AND promotion form? Surely something has to give?
Rosenior gave us pretty football and youth inclusion, and prior to his departure there were still negative murmurings; so I don't buy the idea that if we incorporated the other elements, it makes on-field success less important somehow and people wouldn't whinge as much.
People going mental over a throwaway comment about youth seemingly forgetting he tried to make both Thompson and Rooney first team regulars before they got injured, promoted and integrated Brown into the first team, hailed Bird as our best player etc. There's stuff to be critical of but some posters do seem hell-bent on just making it seem like an agenda...
 

Dam Write, two!
Glad too here it.  Theirs some absolute shockers on hear!    😁

I didn’t get where I am today, believing rumours like this.

107. Year, opponents and memories. 1-0 away win. 

I don't pay any attention when you brand something racist because it lost all meaning long ago. You're the type of person who would claim the moon was racist if the tide was in when you went to the beach.

I think was a hammering at Pompey when Yakubu scored a hat-trick i guess it was 2002-3 (Kevin Harper was playing for Portsmaouth that day also)

You have never looked at all the previously banned accounts on Twitter/X 😂 Anyone that has is wasting their life away for nothing. 

I would pay good money to place anti Musk people in the next rocket, with a live beam back of their little faces enjoying the ride. 😀

An oxymoron followed by a a childish comment followed by a claim of anyone following the amazing achievements of Space X is some sort of Elon fan boi/cult member/doesn't understand science/gullible.
Completely laughable and embarrassing. Let's stick to posting in other threads so you don't ruin this one?

BTW I'm sorry for your loss chaps. I had only just seen the posts about B4 on your main thread. 
Wish my best to you all and his family. 

How ungrateful is this. DC literally saved your club and its not good enough? He's done an enormous amount for DCFC and god alone knows where you'd be if it wasn't for him. 
You sound like my ex wife. 

He’s not even American. Why would he be a us agent?

It’s the first time in history young people can be brainwashed by activists with 24hr social media and click bait main stream media resulting in a victim mentality that is causing serious divisions and mental illness in today’s society. 
Spent two hours on a train opposite a young girl yesterday who never stopped using her mobile phone. 
Every time she lost her phone signal she was frantically trying to reconnect, she started to cry on a few occasions as well. 
When I asked her if she was ok she told me she was booked in for counselling next week. 

 

 
 

No that's in the medical isle 😁

Yep scousers did their car park and weeds are coming through already