As funny as it might have been, I'm with Brad
Friedel on this one. Okay we lumped it up field
slightly less, but we had Crouch they had Carew.
We were at home, they were away.
A couple of things: Firstly, I think that when we
beat Wigan 9-1 we upset the footballing gods,
as ever since there has been a series of other
wordly goalkeeping displays against us.
Secondly: We dream abaat it, we fantasise abaat
it, we can't wait for it...the thought of H making
some sort of substitution that changes a game.
Call me a romantic but the game was crying out
for 15 minutes of Eidur (down!) at the Lane.
Ah, the beauty of hindsight.
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