Sunday 15/11 -08

Millwall FC vs. Charlton Athletic
I went to bed quite early last night, figured that would be sensible to maximize my performance in the fights this week. I slept in as usual, had a big brunch and took a walk to our pub, the pub where we Bushwackers hang out. The chaps were all stirred up already, shouting:
“Let 'em come, Let 'em come, Let 'em come, Let 'em all come down to The Den
Let 'em come, Let 'em come, Let 'em come, We'll only have to beat 'em again,
We're the best team in London, No, the best team of all,
Everybody knows us, We're called Millwall,
Let 'em come, Let 'em come, Let 'em come, Let 'em all come down to The Den
Let 'em all...... come down......... TO THE DEEEENNN”
This will be a fabulous day. No question about it. One of my mates challenged me for a game of arrows and the darts flew like space rockets, dancing through the sky and promptly landing, nailed into the board. The rounds of beers kept coming constantly, like trains in the tube at rush hour. The spirit has high; this was a match everyone had been waiting for. A high ranked member of the firm, I’ll call him Wes shouted as loud as he could that our popular midfielder Dave Martin, who had missed yesterday’s practice due to a minor foot injury would be among the lucky starting eleven. This obviously propelled the crowd into a loud delightful exclamation. Wes then jumped down from the table and made his way over to me. “It’s going down at Bawtree Road 20 minutes after the game.” he said.
Millwall had another firm back in the seventies called F troop in the seventies, although they were feared, that’s nothing compared to the reputation the Bushwackers has had since the 80’s. My brother was in the F mob and but he didn’t bring me with him until the creation of the Bushwackers, they were a new firm and needed new fighters. I answered the call.
The fire flares and the smoke accompanied our songs beautifully. King Arthur used trumpets and King George III used drums. Bushwackers don’t need instruments; we are men enough to use our bodies. It takes a prat from the Manchester Uniteds’ Red Devils to use a knife instead of the mitts we were born with. The referee blew and the game was under way. Our Lions started the match with a lot of possession, and in after 7 minutes Marc Laird shoot an excellent pass, right to the feet of the striker Steve Morison. Feint left, two steps right and then Morison number 20 passed on the left of the defender. Alone with the goalkeeper, number 20 did his duty and Millwall was one – nil over Charlton. We had gone off with a flyer! The quality of the match was however low, few scoring chances occurred until Charlton equalized late into the match. We had the victory but were pipped at the post and “only” got one point out of Charlton. The match wasn’t the important part though. The fight was, and it was rough and I do have big troubles moving my fingers right now. I’ve broken my nose and lost a tooth and I feel like jollier than in a long time.
Slang dictionary:
• Gaff - Ställe
• Game of arrows - Dartspel
• Go off with a flyer - Få en jättebra start
• Pip at the post - Bli av med ledning på slutet