Just cant put the feeling down when you win the derby.
A few stories from the recent past though..
Gary Mac 45 yarder game I was watching that with a blue and he just shouted 'FUCK OFF' for a full minute, spit flying from his enraged mouth, eyes wild and me giving him the finger and telling him to do what he was shouting equally as loud with a big grin on my face with a little dance, fist waving and screaming thrown in
A surreal moment if you just happened to walk in
Then there was the Cisse goal at Goodison just after the break to restore our 2 goal cushion. We'd just got the Xmas tree up and it was just me and me old fella. Few beers inside us. I went mental, berserk
Id worked myself into such a frenzy over half time cos I didnt want them back in the game, we'd controlled it for the first 30 and got the 2 goals only for that fat c*nt Beatie to get a Jammy goal.
So when Cisse scored I got up kicked the table, punched the wall and grabbed the freshly put up Xmas Tree in a 'round the throat' hold and threw it to the ground screaming obscenities at it like it was a Toffee . Me old man who'd been celebrating aswell had to come over and restrain me 'Steady for fucks sake'. Almost broke my hand on that wall
Last year was a beauty aswell. One of my blue mates(not the same one as above) is a big fucker and watching it together isnt advisable under the best of times. Id tried to keep it together but when he started giving it 'Weve got the mark of you' I was boiling inside at HT.
We came out and I was being pushed and goaded to the point where I thought a vein was going to pop
Then we get the penalty...
'WHHHAAAAAATTT, FUCK OFF YOU DIVING c*nt'
Im screaming with relief, joy, nerves,delight, revenge then Stevie seems to have a word with the ref and a red card is produced, I burst into rapturous applaus and laughing, me mate walks out the room screaming 'get him out of here' to me other mate whos house it is. He's just laughing his tits off (Arsenal fan)
He watches Kuyt put the penalty away through the crack in the door 'Fuck Off' and comes in and sits down cracks open a Fosters and sits there in silence sulking. Gerrard gets subbed and he then gets all animated again.
The delusion is unreal, we were the only side in it when Lucas came on yet he stands there egging them on like we're down to 6 men or something.
Saying that, Kuyts flying Kung Fu challenge and I went equally over the top immidiately, 'Get in there Dirk you legend, cripple the prick etc' then it began. Fuck offs and threats of violence flew across the lounge with gay abandon.
Dying minutes ball breaks to Lucas and I jump up in expectation of a goal only to watch that inbred prick save it and get sent. Me mates got his head in his hands and Im still screaming 'cheat' wanted the goal, a hush descended as Kuyt stepped up. I just couldnt see him scoring. Dont know why. When that ball found its way over the line I was up and over to him fist pumping and going 'have that, have that' along with other colourful language I forget.
As Im walking back to my seat fists still pumping a full can of Fosters hits me in the head at the speed of sound. Chaos. Punches thrown torn shirts, like a right pair of twats. We left each other alone for a few weeks after
Watching it with him Saturday...
