The Greasy Spoon - 18th April 2026

—Fucking yes! We did it! Play up the Sky Blues!

—I was in agony, the buggers. They made us suffer didn’t they Bob? 

—Ah yeah, I knew, mate, I knew they’d find a goal from somewhere. 

—Wha’? Were they gonna ask someone in the crowd, then? Because they never looked like scoring to me.

—Ah, fuck off with that, now! 84th minute equaliser. The drama! It was bloody brilliant! 

—If yer say so. 

—I bet your dodgy ticker was banging, Joe. 

—Yeah, exactly, mate. I couldn’t sit still. 

—When Blackburn scored? I thought: “Here we go, they’ll rally now. They’ve done it before”. 

—Aye, but they bloody took their time. I drank four brews and half a pack of bloody biscuits. Out of nerves. 

—Did yer? 

—Yeah, I bloody did. 

—So it weren’t you being you, then?

—Fuck off, you. 

—Ha! Twenty five years of waiting, mate. We been in the pits of despair. Fuck me, we had no ground to play on fer a while. 

—Yeah, true. Good ol’ Doug King sorted us out, didn’t he? 

—Yeah, no doubt. Hopefully, he’ll be able to keep hold of Frank. 

—Bloody hell, don’t say it, mate. We need to keep hold of the manager. He was brilliant. 

—Here yer are mate, I was keeping ‘em. A Sky Blues mug for our coffee.

—Is that fer me? 

—Yeah, yer yampy bugger, who else? 

—Ah, cheers mate, I love that! 

—No worries, Joe, glad yer like it. Now, do the honours, go and get ‘em filled up. 

—Right, I will.