Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

I'm watching Histon v. Leeds. I've been to Histon, it's a small village north of Cambridge (I think my friend Mel still lives there). So you can appreciate the football ground and, more importantly the pitch, is, umm, basic. And it's pelting with rain. In fact it's so bad, the TV company covering the game keep having to switch camera views to give the main cameraman time to wipe the water off the lens so we can actually SEE what's going on. These are exactly the sort of conditions that see big clubs get knocked out of the FA Cup *bites nails* I'm actually kinda praying they have to give up due to a waterlogged pitch, which is looking feasible at the moment *watches what would normally be a pin point pass stall in a spray of water....*

ETA: ARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *foot-stamping, remote-throwing, door-slamming, swearword-screaming, white-hot rage temper tantrum*

Histon 1 Leeds 0

Fucking useless overpaid bunch of incompetent FUCKWITS. We got beaten by a goal from a fuckin' postman who probably earns less in a year than one of our fuckwits gets paid in a week. It couldn't fucking happen in a Disney movie. Our striker missed THREE GOLDEN CHANCES and he couldn't even get the fucking ball on target! I could do better than that! A blind man with only one leg could do better than that! ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!!