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Colchester at home. Doesn’t exactly inspire
the greatest of excitement, does it?
But friends were going to their caravan
for the week and their tickets
skirted the halfway line. Best seats
in the house and free to boot.
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Flying high in the Championship
against struggling newboys. Sun-lissed pitch
and the promise of a hatful of goals-
we were confident to say the least.
But two goals against the run of play
dented our enthusiasm. Two-all by Half Time though.
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Their goal was full of the kitchen sinks
we’d thrown at them in the second half
when, out of the clear blue sky, a
wonderstrike… three-two… to the U’s!
How could this have come to pass?
They’d only had three shots all match!
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Time was slipping through our boot studs
when the unbelievable happened- aliens
landed and volleyed in two goals…
in time added on! 4-3 to the Albion! We shook our heads.
‘Who needs drugs when the Albion can be this surreal?’
we marvelled, as we floated all the way back to the car…