As we walked up brow up by the telephone mast above Huish Park, we heard the singing. Two hours before the match and they were singing in the Thatcher’s Gold.
As we crested the brow we saw our terrace full of fans and we quickened our pace.
The man from BT Sport came to listen, we sang songs about Weymouth Town, just in case they thought we were bothered it was Manchester United we were playing.
When Fergie flew in by chopper, we sang like we’d never seen a helicopter before (even though they make the things a mile from the ground
Louis Van Gaal came to applaud us, we sang him a song too.
Gary Johnson applauded too, half of the stand cheered him, the other half booed- I cheered him- Olly didn’t.
This was taken by a lad in front of us.
We sang all the verses of Yeovil True
At half time the score was 0-0
Colin,Olly and me watched for 65 minutes as we hardly gave them a chance and then Herrera hit the ball into the top right hand corner from 25 yards and he wasn’t even facing the goal.
Colin threw his hands in the air , luckily no one noticed.
We watched Falcao get wrestled to the ground by Ben Nugent and sulk for most of the rest of the game
We signed Nugent up for the rest of the season today (even though he’s hopeless)
We watched as Moore got the ball stuck under his foot two yards from goal and we watched as the ball bounced off De Maria’s head from Joe Edwards’s diving header
We saw Rooney’s wonder-pass and De Maria dink home like he failed to do against Arsenal.
We couldn’t get to the hot dogs and Bovril at Half Time.
The New York Times wrote a peice about #ytfc and Pat Custard. We were on tele because of the camera in the stand
One Yeovil fan got drunk and two Man Utd fans got drunk- the Western Gazette reported they had been ejected from the ground. Nobody got arrested – there were 9250 of us there.
The Man U players behaved brilliantly, so did their fans- it was a pleasure to see them. They should learn that they’re nothing special- we lose every week.
We went back to London afterwards, we just talked about the game for 2 hours.
Thanks to our Mum and Dad who queued for the Accrington tickets, thanks to Greg who queued 4 and a half hours for the tickets for the game.
It was a good day. I am proud to be a supporter of this club. Yeovil Town- the Pride of Somerset.
Now we are rich from all the ticket sales and the TV rights and the half and half scarves and from the landing rights for Fergie’s chopper, let’s buy ourselves a strike who scores goals.
Like Reuben Reid or Paddy Madden or someone.
