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PG Wodehouse from the directors box.
Ah, what ho! A jolly sight indeed unfolded at the hallowed grounds of Pride Park this fine day! One could scarce imagine a scene more befitting of the grandeur and splendor of a Gatsby-esque soiree, with fans cascading into the stadium like confetti, filling it to the rafters with their boundless enthusiasm. And lo, amidst the throng stood towering figures of Derby lore, Igor Stimac and Roy McFarland, resplendent as generals at the side of David Clowes, the club’s saviour, who basked in the adulation of the faithful like Caesar himself, hailed by the masses for his Herculean efforts in saving and guiding the club to the dizzying heights of the Championship!
On the verdant pitch, a veritable symphony of skill and finesse unfolded before our very eyes. A laser-focused strike from the departing Bird, akin to the graceful brushstroke of a master painter, found its mark with unerring precision, while Collins, with the poise and elegance of a seasoned virtuoso, seized upon a knockdown from the indomitable Bradley, who ascended into the heavens like a tattooed Rudolph Nureyev, his every movement a testament to the divine artistry of the beautiful game.
As the final whistle echoed across the grounds, heralding the sweet symphony of victory, a jubilant frenzy ensued, with fans spilling onto the pitch in a glorious display of unbridled exuberance. Oh, to behold such a spectacle would surely have left even the most stoic of gentlemen in a state of rapturous delight! And amidst the joyous tumult, Adams, Sibley, and Cashin, lifted high upon the shoulders of adoring supporters, stood as titans amongst men, their names destined to be etched into the annals of footballing legend.
Truly, it was a day of unparalleled magnificence, orchestrated with masterful finesse by the bobble-hatted maestro and his esteemed comrades-in-arms. In the grand tapestry of sporting triumphs, this day shall forevermore be remembered as a shining beacon of glory for the illustrious Rams of Derbyshire

What about @iRam ?

PG Wodehouse from the directors box.
Ah, what ho! A jolly sight indeed unfolded at the hallowed grounds of Pride Park this fine day! One could scarce imagine a scene more befitting of the grandeur and splendor of a Gatsby-esque soiree, with fans cascading into the stadium like confetti, filling it to the rafters with their boundless enthusiasm. And lo, amidst the throng stood towering figures of Derby lore, Igor Stimac and Roy McFarland, resplendent as generals at the side of David Clowes, the club’s saviour, who basked in the adulation of the faithful like Caesar himself, hailed by the masses for his Herculean efforts in saving and guiding the club to the dizzying heights of the Championship!
On the verdant pitch, a veritable symphony of skill and finesse unfolded before our very eyes. A laser-focused strike from the departing Bird, akin to the graceful brushstroke of a master painter, found its mark with unerring precision, while Collins, with the poise and elegance of a seasoned virtuoso, seized upon a knockdown from the indomitable Bradley, who ascended into the heavens like a tattooed Rudolph Nureyev, his every movement a testament to the divine artistry of the beautiful game.
As the final whistle echoed across the grounds, heralding the sweet symphony of victory, a jubilant frenzy ensued, with fans spilling onto the pitch in a glorious display of unbridled exuberance. Oh, to behold such a spectacle would surely have left even the most stoic of gentlemen in a state of rapturous delight! And amidst the joyous tumult, Adams, Sibley, and Cashin, lifted high upon the shoulders of adoring supporters, stood as titans amongst men, their names destined to be etched into the annals of footballing legend.
Truly, it was a day of unparalleled magnificence, orchestrated with masterful finesse by the bobble-hatted maestro and his esteemed comrades-in-arms. In the grand tapestry of sporting triumphs, this day shall forevermore be remembered as a shining beacon of glory for the illustrious Rams of Derbyshire

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PG Wodehouse from the directors box.
Ah, what ho! A jolly sight indeed unfolded at the hallowed grounds of Pride Park this fine day! One could scarce imagine a scene more befitting of the grandeur and splendor of a Gatsby-esque soiree, with fans cascading into the stadium like confetti, filling it to the rafters with their boundless enthusiasm. And lo, amidst the throng stood towering figures of Derby lore, Igor Stimac and Roy McFarland, resplendent as generals at the side of David Clowes, the club’s saviour, who basked in the adulation of the faithful like Caesar himself, hailed by the masses for his Herculean efforts in saving and guiding the club to the dizzying heights of the Championship!
On the verdant pitch, a veritable symphony of skill and finesse unfolded before our very eyes. A laser-focused strike from the departing Bird, akin to the graceful brushstroke of a master painter, found its mark with unerring precision, while Collins, with the poise and elegance of a seasoned virtuoso, seized upon a knockdown from the indomitable Bradley, who ascended into the heavens like a tattooed Rudolph Nureyev, his every movement a testament to the divine artistry of the beautiful game.
As the final whistle echoed across the grounds, heralding the sweet symphony of victory, a jubilant frenzy ensued, with fans spilling onto the pitch in a glorious display of unbridled exuberance. Oh, to behold such a spectacle would surely have left even the most stoic of gentlemen in a state of rapturous delight! And amidst the joyous tumult, Adams, Sibley, and Cashin, lifted high upon the shoulders of adoring supporters, stood as titans amongst men, their names destined to be etched into the annals of footballing legend.
Truly, it was a day of unparalleled magnificence, orchestrated with masterful finesse by the bobble-hatted maestro and his esteemed comrades-in-arms. In the grand tapestry of sporting triumphs, this day shall forevermore be remembered as a shining beacon of glory for the illustrious Rams of Derbyshire

Until next May you mean?

Just got back to Bournemouth after going to the game....what a day! Amazing scenes and atmosphere. Enjoy your respective evenings everyone!
 
 
 

Watching this club for over 50 years, the thing that will stay with me forever from today was the performances of the academy lads.  Birdy, Cash, Sibbo and Thommo were immense today. Wherever their careers take them in the future they will always be remembered in Derby for their performances today and this season.

What a day. So lucky to be ale to treasure it with my sons and two grandsons, even managed to get in the pitch 😮. Magnificent support especially for David Clowes that ovation was exceptional. 
The Carlisle fans were excellent and they gave us a game. Birds goal was a fitting send of and calmed any nerves. Collins goal started the party. 
Special that the club remembered Dan, never met him but I will forever remember that this was the season to Be more B4.

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PG Wodehouse from the directors box.
Ah, what ho! A jolly sight indeed unfolded at the hallowed grounds of Pride Park this fine day! One could scarce imagine a scene more befitting of the grandeur and splendor of a Gatsby-esque soiree, with fans cascading into the stadium like confetti, filling it to the rafters with their boundless enthusiasm. And lo, amidst the throng stood towering figures of Derby lore, Igor Stimac and Roy McFarland, resplendent as generals at the side of David Clowes, the club’s saviour, who basked in the adulation of the faithful like Caesar himself, hailed by the masses for his Herculean efforts in saving and guiding the club to the dizzying heights of the Championship!
On the verdant pitch, a veritable symphony of skill and finesse unfolded before our very eyes. A laser-focused strike from the departing Bird, akin to the graceful brushstroke of a master painter, found its mark with unerring precision, while Collins, with the poise and elegance of a seasoned virtuoso, seized upon a knockdown from the indomitable Bradley, who ascended into the heavens like a tattooed Rudolph Nureyev, his every movement a testament to the divine artistry of the beautiful game.
As the final whistle echoed across the grounds, heralding the sweet symphony of victory, a jubilant frenzy ensued, with fans spilling onto the pitch in a glorious display of unbridled exuberance. Oh, to behold such a spectacle would surely have left even the most stoic of gentlemen in a state of rapturous delight! And amidst the joyous tumult, Adams, Sibley, and Cashin, lifted high upon the shoulders of adoring supporters, stood as titans amongst men, their names destined to be etched into the annals of footballing legend.
Truly, it was a day of unparalleled magnificence, orchestrated with masterful finesse by the bobble-hatted maestro and his esteemed comrades-in-arms. In the grand tapestry of sporting triumphs, this day shall forevermore be remembered as a shining beacon of glory for the illustrious Rams of Derbyshire

PG Wodehouse from the directors box.
Ah, what ho! A jolly sight indeed unfolded at the hallowed grounds of Pride Park this fine day! One could scarce imagine a scene more befitting of the grandeur and splendor of a Gatsby-esque soiree, with fans cascading into the stadium like confetti, filling it to the rafters with their boundless enthusiasm. And lo, amidst the throng stood towering figures of Derby lore, Igor Stimac and Roy McFarland, resplendent as generals at the side of David Clowes, the club’s saviour, who basked in the adulation of the faithful like Caesar himself, hailed by the masses for his Herculean efforts in saving and guiding the club to the dizzying heights of the Championship!
On the verdant pitch, a veritable symphony of skill and finesse unfolded before our very eyes. A laser-focused strike from the departing Bird, akin to the graceful brushstroke of a master painter, found its mark with unerring precision, while Collins, with the poise and elegance of a seasoned virtuoso, seized upon a knockdown from the indomitable Bradley, who ascended into the heavens like a tattooed Rudolph Nureyev, his every movement a testament to the divine artistry of the beautiful game.
As the final whistle echoed across the grounds, heralding the sweet symphony of victory, a jubilant frenzy ensued, with fans spilling onto the pitch in a glorious display of unbridled exuberance. Oh, to behold such a spectacle would surely have left even the most stoic of gentlemen in a state of rapturous delight! And amidst the joyous tumult, Adams, Sibley, and Cashin, lifted high upon the shoulders of adoring supporters, stood as titans amongst men, their names destined to be etched into the annals of footballing legend.
Truly, it was a day of unparalleled magnificence, orchestrated with masterful finesse by the bobble-hatted maestro and his esteemed comrades-in-arms. In the grand tapestry of sporting triumphs, this day shall forevermore be remembered as a shining beacon of glory for the illustrious Rams of Derbyshire

PG Wodehouse from the directors box.
Ah, what ho! A jolly sight indeed unfolded at the hallowed grounds of Pride Park this fine day! One could scarce imagine a scene more befitting of the grandeur and splendor of a Gatsby-esque soiree, with fans cascading into the stadium like confetti, filling it to the rafters with their boundless enthusiasm. And lo, amidst the throng stood towering figures of Derby lore, Igor Stimac and Roy McFarland, resplendent as generals at the side of David Clowes, the club’s saviour, who basked in the adulation of the faithful like Caesar himself, hailed by the masses for his Herculean efforts in saving and guiding the club to the dizzying heights of the Championship!
On the verdant pitch, a veritable symphony of skill and finesse unfolded before our very eyes. A laser-focused strike from the departing Bird, akin to the graceful brushstroke of a master painter, found its mark with unerring precision, while Collins, with the poise and elegance of a seasoned virtuoso, seized upon a knockdown from the indomitable Bradley, who ascended into the heavens like a tattooed Rudolph Nureyev, his every movement a testament to the divine artistry of the beautiful game.
As the final whistle echoed across the grounds, heralding the sweet symphony of victory, a jubilant frenzy ensued, with fans spilling onto the pitch in a glorious display of unbridled exuberance. Oh, to behold such a spectacle would surely have left even the most stoic of gentlemen in a state of rapturous delight! And amidst the joyous tumult, Adams, Sibley, and Cashin, lifted high upon the shoulders of adoring supporters, stood as titans amongst men, their names destined to be etched into the annals of footballing legend.
Truly, it was a day of unparalleled magnificence, orchestrated with masterful finesse by the bobble-hatted maestro and his esteemed comrades-in-arms. In the grand tapestry of sporting triumphs, this day shall forevermore be remembered as a shining beacon of glory for the illustrious Rams of Derbyshire

PG Wodehouse from the directors box.
Ah, what ho! A jolly sight indeed unfolded at the hallowed grounds of Pride Park this fine day! One could scarce imagine a scene more befitting of the grandeur and splendor of a Gatsby-esque soiree, with fans cascading into the stadium like confetti, filling it to the rafters with their boundless enthusiasm. And lo, amidst the throng stood towering figures of Derby lore, Igor Stimac and Roy McFarland, resplendent as generals at the side of David Clowes, the club’s saviour, who basked in the adulation of the faithful like Caesar himself, hailed by the masses for his Herculean efforts in saving and guiding the club to the dizzying heights of the Championship!
On the verdant pitch, a veritable symphony of skill and finesse unfolded before our very eyes. A laser-focused strike from the departing Bird, akin to the graceful brushstroke of a master painter, found its mark with unerring precision, while Collins, with the poise and elegance of a seasoned virtuoso, seized upon a knockdown from the indomitable Bradley, who ascended into the heavens like a tattooed Rudolph Nureyev, his every movement a testament to the divine artistry of the beautiful game.
As the final whistle echoed across the grounds, heralding the sweet symphony of victory, a jubilant frenzy ensued, with fans spilling onto the pitch in a glorious display of unbridled exuberance. Oh, to behold such a spectacle would surely have left even the most stoic of gentlemen in a state of rapturous delight! And amidst the joyous tumult, Adams, Sibley, and Cashin, lifted high upon the shoulders of adoring supporters, stood as titans amongst men, their names destined to be etched into the annals of footballing legend.
Truly, it was a day of unparalleled magnificence, orchestrated with masterful finesse by the bobble-hatted maestro and his esteemed comrades-in-arms. In the grand tapestry of sporting triumphs, this day shall forevermore be remembered as a shining beacon of glory for the illustrious Rams of Derbyshire

What about @iRam ?

PG Wodehouse from the directors box.
Ah, what ho! A jolly sight indeed unfolded at the hallowed grounds of Pride Park this fine day! One could scarce imagine a scene more befitting of the grandeur and splendor of a Gatsby-esque soiree, with fans cascading into the stadium like confetti, filling it to the rafters with their boundless enthusiasm. And lo, amidst the throng stood towering figures of Derby lore, Igor Stimac and Roy McFarland, resplendent as generals at the side of David Clowes, the club’s saviour, who basked in the adulation of the faithful like Caesar himself, hailed by the masses for his Herculean efforts in saving and guiding the club to the dizzying heights of the Championship!
On the verdant pitch, a veritable symphony of skill and finesse unfolded before our very eyes. A laser-focused strike from the departing Bird, akin to the graceful brushstroke of a master painter, found its mark with unerring precision, while Collins, with the poise and elegance of a seasoned virtuoso, seized upon a knockdown from the indomitable Bradley, who ascended into the heavens like a tattooed Rudolph Nureyev, his every movement a testament to the divine artistry of the beautiful game.
As the final whistle echoed across the grounds, heralding the sweet symphony of victory, a jubilant frenzy ensued, with fans spilling onto the pitch in a glorious display of unbridled exuberance. Oh, to behold such a spectacle would surely have left even the most stoic of gentlemen in a state of rapturous delight! And amidst the joyous tumult, Adams, Sibley, and Cashin, lifted high upon the shoulders of adoring supporters, stood as titans amongst men, their names destined to be etched into the annals of footballing legend.
Truly, it was a day of unparalleled magnificence, orchestrated with masterful finesse by the bobble-hatted maestro and his esteemed comrades-in-arms. In the grand tapestry of sporting triumphs, this day shall forevermore be remembered as a shining beacon of glory for the illustrious Rams of Derbyshire

What about @iRam ?

PG Wodehouse from the directors box.
Ah, what ho! A jolly sight indeed unfolded at the hallowed grounds of Pride Park this fine day! One could scarce imagine a scene more befitting of the grandeur and splendor of a Gatsby-esque soiree, with fans cascading into the stadium like confetti, filling it to the rafters with their boundless enthusiasm. And lo, amidst the throng stood towering figures of Derby lore, Igor Stimac and Roy McFarland, resplendent as generals at the side of David Clowes, the club’s saviour, who basked in the adulation of the faithful like Caesar himself, hailed by the masses for his Herculean efforts in saving and guiding the club to the dizzying heights of the Championship!
On the verdant pitch, a veritable symphony of skill and finesse unfolded before our very eyes. A laser-focused strike from the departing Bird, akin to the graceful brushstroke of a master painter, found its mark with unerring precision, while Collins, with the poise and elegance of a seasoned virtuoso, seized upon a knockdown from the indomitable Bradley, who ascended into the heavens like a tattooed Rudolph Nureyev, his every movement a testament to the divine artistry of the beautiful game.
As the final whistle echoed across the grounds, heralding the sweet symphony of victory, a jubilant frenzy ensued, with fans spilling onto the pitch in a glorious display of unbridled exuberance. Oh, to behold such a spectacle would surely have left even the most stoic of gentlemen in a state of rapturous delight! And amidst the joyous tumult, Adams, Sibley, and Cashin, lifted high upon the shoulders of adoring supporters, stood as titans amongst men, their names destined to be etched into the annals of footballing legend.
Truly, it was a day of unparalleled magnificence, orchestrated with masterful finesse by the bobble-hatted maestro and his esteemed comrades-in-arms. In the grand tapestry of sporting triumphs, this day shall forevermore be remembered as a shining beacon of glory for the illustrious Rams of Derbyshire!

PG Wodehouse from the directors box.
Ah, what ho! A jolly sight indeed unfolded at the hallowed grounds of Pride Park this fine day! One could scarce imagine a scene more befitting of the grandeur and splendor of a Gatsby-esque soiree, with fans cascading into the stadium like confetti, filling it to the rafters with their boundless enthusiasm. And lo, amidst the throng stood towering figures of Derby lore, Igor Stimac and Roy McFarland, resplendent as generals at the side of David Clowes, the club’s saviour, who basked in the adulation of the faithful like Caesar himself, hailed by the masses for his Herculean efforts in saving and guiding the club to the dizzying heights of the Championship!
On the verdant pitch, a veritable symphony of skill and finesse unfolded before our very eyes. A laser-focused strike from the departing Bird, akin to the graceful brushstroke of a master painter, found its mark with unerring precision, while Collins, with the poise and elegance of a seasoned virtuoso, seized upon a knockdown from the indomitable Bradley, who ascended into the heavens like a tattooed Rudolph Nureyev, his every movement a testament to the divine artistry of the beautiful game.
As the final whistle echoed across the grounds, heralding the sweet symphony of victory, a jubilant frenzy ensued, with fans spilling onto the pitch in a glorious display of unbridled exuberance. Oh, to behold such a spectacle would surely have left even the most stoic of gentlemen in a state of rapturous delight! And amidst the joyous tumult, Adams, Sibley, and Cashin, lifted high upon the shoulders of adoring supporters, stood as titans amongst men, their names destined to be etched into the annals of footballing legend.
Truly, it was a day of unparalleled magnificence, orchestrated with masterful finesse by the bobble-hatted maestro and his esteemed comrades-in-arms. In the grand tapestry of sporting triumphs, this day shall forevermore be remembered as a shining beacon of glory for the illustrious Rams of Derbyshire

PG Wodehouse from the directors box.
Ah, what ho! A jolly sight indeed unfolded at the hallowed grounds of Pride Park this fine day! One could scarce imagine a scene more befitting of the grandeur and splendor of a Gatsby-esque soiree, with fans cascading into the stadium like confetti, filling it to the rafters with their boundless enthusiasm. And lo, amidst the throng stood towering figures of Derby lore, Igor Stimac and Roy McFarland, resplendent as generals at the side of David Clowes, the club’s saviour, who basked in the adulation of the faithful like Caesar himself, hailed by the masses for his Herculean efforts in saving and guiding the club to the dizzying heights of the Championship!
On the verdant pitch, a veritable symphony of skill and finesse unfolded before our very eyes. A laser-focused strike from the departing Bird, akin to the graceful brushstroke of a master painter, found its mark with unerring precision, while Collins, with the poise and elegance of a seasoned virtuoso, seized upon a knockdown from the indomitable Bradley, who ascended into the heavens like a tattooed Rudolph Nureyev, his every movement a testament to the divine artistry of the beautiful game.
As the final whistle echoed across the grounds, heralding the sweet symphony of victory, a jubilant frenzy ensued, with fans spilling onto the pitch in a glorious display of unbridled exuberance. Oh, to behold such a spectacle would surely have left even the most stoic of gentlemen in a state of rapturous delight! And amidst the joyous tumult, Adams, Sibley, and Cashin, lifted high upon the shoulders of adoring supporters, stood as titans amongst men, their names destined to be etched into the annals of footballing legend.
Truly, it was a day of unparalleled magnificence, orchestrated with masterful finesse by the bobble-hatted maestro and his esteemed comrades-in-arms. In the grand tapestry of sporting triumphs, this day shall forevermore be remembered as a shining beacon of glory for the illustrious Rams of Derbyshire!

PG Wodehouse from the directors box.
Ah, what ho! A jolly sight indeed unfolded at the hallowed grounds of Pride Park this fine day! One could scarce imagine a scene more befitting of the grandeur and splendor of a Gatsby-esque soiree, with fans cascading into the stadium like confetti, filling it to the rafters with their boundless enthusiasm. And lo, amidst the throng stood towering figures of Derby lore, Igor Stimac and Roy McFarland, resplendent as generals at the side of David Clowes, the club’s saviour, who basked in the adulation of the faithful like Caesar himself, hailed by the masses for his Herculean efforts in saving and guiding the club to the dizzying heights of the Championship!
On the verdant pitch, a veritable symphony of skill and finesse unfolded before our very eyes. A laser-focused strike from the departing Bird, akin to the graceful brushstroke of a master painter, found its mark with unerring precision, while Collins, with the poise and elegance of a seasoned virtuoso, seized upon a knockdown from the indomitable Bradley, who ascended into the heavens like a tattooed Rudolph Nureyev, his every movement a testament to the divine artistry of the beautiful game.
As the final whistle echoed across the grounds, heralding the sweet symphony of victory, a jubilant frenzy ensued, with fans spilling onto the pitch in a glorious display of unbridled exuberance. Oh, to behold such a spectacle would surely have left even the most stoic of gentlemen in a state of rapturous delight! And amidst the joyous tumult, Adams, Sibley, and Cashin, lifted high upon the shoulders of adoring supporters, stood as titans amongst men, their names destined to be etched into the annals of footballing legend.
Truly, it was a day of unparalleled magnificence, orchestrated with masterful finesse by the bobble-hatted maestro and his esteemed comrades-in-arms. In the grand tapestry of sporting triumphs, this day shall forevermore be remembered as a shining beacon of glory for the illustrious Rams of Derbyshire!

PG Wodehouse from the directors box.
Ah, what ho! A jolly sight indeed unfolded at the hallowed grounds of Pride Park this fine day! One could scarce imagine a scene more befitting of the grandeur and splendor of a Gatsby-esque soiree, with fans cascading into the stadium like confetti, filling it to the rafters with their boundless enthusiasm. And lo, amidst the throng stood towering figures of Derby lore, Igor Stimac and Roy McFarland, resplendent as generals at the side of David Clowes, the club’s saviour, who basked in the adulation of the faithful like Caesar himself, hailed by the masses for his Herculean efforts in saving and guiding the club to the dizzying heights of the Championship!
On the verdant pitch, a veritable symphony of skill and finesse unfolded before our very eyes. A laser-focused strike from the departing Bird, akin to the graceful brushstroke of a master painter, found its mark with unerring precision, while Collins, with the poise and elegance of a seasoned virtuoso, seized upon a knockdown from the indomitable Bradley, who ascended into the heavens like a tattooed Rudolph Nureyev, his every movement a testament to the divine artistry of the beautiful game.
As the final whistle echoed across the grounds, heralding the sweet symphony of victory, a jubilant frenzy ensued, with fans spilling onto the pitch in a glorious display of unbridled exuberance. Oh, to behold such a spectacle would surely have left even the most stoic of gentlemen in a state of rapturous delight! And amidst the joyous tumult, Adams, Sibley, and Cashin, lifted high upon the shoulders of adoring supporters, stood as titans amongst men, their names destined to be etched into the annals of footballing legend.
Truly, it was a day of unparalleled magnificence, orchestrated with masterful finesse by the bobble-hatted maestro and his esteemed comrades-in-arms. In the grand tapestry of sporting triumphs, this day shall forevermore be remembered as a shining beacon of glory for the illustrious Rams of Derbyshire!

There must be other older fans in a similar position. Could there be way of getting them to the ground and sitting together?

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