I missed the game today, still addled from the previous night's excesses. Sallied forth from Bongser Towers at sumat past one aiming to have a couple of warm up pints in a civilised venue before tossing my cap into one of the very few Atherton pubs still having Sky. Three o'clock kick-off in my fuddled noggin. Further confusion brought about when passing through a veritable horde of purple and gold bedecked revellers on Market Street. Turned out that they were not Bladdersveldtians but Bratfudlians on a circuitous route to The Reebok. Missed the rugby, of course, but the riot was vaguely entertaining once the TAUs turned up.
Looks like I missed a nail-biting humdinger. Must try to think harder for the next MPG