Groyne Strain
Manager
Christ, these things don't happen to us. We have the odd good season, the odd bad, lots of mediocrity, and no ripples waved at all in the football world. Cup runs? Pah! Don't be so silly!
I have a copy of the Echo beside me at work though. It says what I thought I saw.
Southend United 1, Manchester United 0.
Yes, I did write:
Southend United 1, Manchester United 0.
And in it we have "Blue Heaven", "Eastwood Slays The Giants", "Goal Of The Century", etc. We're on the front page of the Sun, the editorial comment of the London Evening Standard.
I came home to the voice of Nicky Campbell on 5 Live asking the nation "When was the last time we saw a goal like Freddy Eastwood's beating a team like Man. Utd?". Tuning to Talksh!te was fat boy Brazil and Beaky babbling enthustically about "Fantastic result, brilliant from Southend, oh, that Freddy Eastwood." Youtube is crammed with the goal, the saves, the night.
I've had texts and calls from across the globe, including an Italian woman I had just one evening's "liaison" with and completely forgotten about (she just said "Congratulations" though, so it may well mean I'm a father again, I suppose).
When I took my lad to school he was literally mobbed by his mates and other kids - and 2 teachers. They wanted to know what it was like being there, every single second of it, saying how great he was on tv and that. He had a smile wider than the Thames Estuary and his eyes sparkled more brightly than Ursa Major on a clear night.
These things don't happen to us. 24 hours on and I simply don't believe it. We have Preston to deal with on Saturday. Ordinarily we'd be beginning to concerntrate, by now with a little trepidation. Certainly Tilly & Brush will have brought the players down to earth a little. Spencer Prior already has.
But I'm still walking on air. The head is still dizzy. I'm on a naturally induced high. Never in my wildest dreams did I think we could ever compete and get the better of a team of Man ure's standing. Until matchday, of course, when I always get a positive vibe.
Yet here we are. 24 hours down the line and I'm facing up to the reality of:
Southend United 1, Manchester United 0.
Bloody hell!
I have a copy of the Echo beside me at work though. It says what I thought I saw.
Southend United 1, Manchester United 0.
Yes, I did write:
Southend United 1, Manchester United 0.
And in it we have "Blue Heaven", "Eastwood Slays The Giants", "Goal Of The Century", etc. We're on the front page of the Sun, the editorial comment of the London Evening Standard.
I came home to the voice of Nicky Campbell on 5 Live asking the nation "When was the last time we saw a goal like Freddy Eastwood's beating a team like Man. Utd?". Tuning to Talksh!te was fat boy Brazil and Beaky babbling enthustically about "Fantastic result, brilliant from Southend, oh, that Freddy Eastwood." Youtube is crammed with the goal, the saves, the night.
I've had texts and calls from across the globe, including an Italian woman I had just one evening's "liaison" with and completely forgotten about (she just said "Congratulations" though, so it may well mean I'm a father again, I suppose).
When I took my lad to school he was literally mobbed by his mates and other kids - and 2 teachers. They wanted to know what it was like being there, every single second of it, saying how great he was on tv and that. He had a smile wider than the Thames Estuary and his eyes sparkled more brightly than Ursa Major on a clear night.
These things don't happen to us. 24 hours on and I simply don't believe it. We have Preston to deal with on Saturday. Ordinarily we'd be beginning to concerntrate, by now with a little trepidation. Certainly Tilly & Brush will have brought the players down to earth a little. Spencer Prior already has.
But I'm still walking on air. The head is still dizzy. I'm on a naturally induced high. Never in my wildest dreams did I think we could ever compete and get the better of a team of Man ure's standing. Until matchday, of course, when I always get a positive vibe.
Yet here we are. 24 hours down the line and I'm facing up to the reality of:
Southend United 1, Manchester United 0.
Bloody hell!