Way back when, a young Yellow Fever was playing with He Man, Transformer, and Thundercats toys. At the same time, Steven Patrick 'Morrissey' Morrissey was putting the finishing touches to his album Your Arsenal, the first track of which contained the following lyrics:
With the world's fate resting on your shoulders
You're gonna need someone on your side
You can't do it by yourself any longer
You're gonna need someone on your side
All of which strike as being rather apt. We need a fucking striker. Yesterday's performance against Arsenal was nothing short of immense (Yellow Fever doesn't give out praise lightly, least of all to the likes of you) yet we came away with nothing. Bouazza Babe was amazing, Ashley never gave up (despite some spectacularly stupid comments on WML), and the defence was able against undoubted class. The decision to leave out Darius Henderson and push Hameur upfront was fantastic. Yet, like a ordinary drunk against a canny mugger, we got hit by a sucker punch. Bastards. At least we kept our phone and credit cards (this time).
Fortunately, we can open our presents from Aidy on 1 Jan. Or shortly after. What will be under the tree (Watford Observer clock)? Today's rags suggest Will Hoskins or Billy Sharp. Mil and mil-fifty respectively. Let's get both, Daddy Aidy!