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Wednesday, 15 August 2007 |
Twas the final game of the season proper. And in more ways that one.
This, in essence, was a real final, as, if you’d done the maths,
without a win here the deserved title of champions could inconceivably
go to someone other than us.
As outlined in another inspiring post-match speech, the conditions
weren’t exactly conducive to the free-flowing, attacking football we
pride ourselves on. They would perhaps have been more suitable for a
sport involving cheap women in bikini’s. If one could imagine running
on a giant pavlova one would be close to realising the pitch conditions
at Wakefield. However this didn’t change the facts – we were certainly
the crème de la crème and those zimmers were a pack of fruits.
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