dexter blackstock in action ... he scored the only glorious winning goal tonight.i stood at the back of the upper loft with my sister and her friends, and i cannot remember such loud and constant vocal support from the crowd as i heard and took part in tonight (v. v. sore throat). frange was at a second night seder (it took 22 minutes before somebody wondered why noam & i were present), and nobody would go for a chicken balti pie for me to bless. no matter - after half time the guy in frange's seat got a hot dog, i blessed it, we scored and we won. i am happy to also have new lucky clothing that is not embarrassing to mention, i.e., a new away shirt i got for ten quid on saturday, and albert's socks.
had a bit of a chat with dave thomas of the fanzine a kick up the 'r's before the match. he was assuming that i am a religious person. i guess i have been, but at the moment qpr seems more of a religion to me than organised judaism. i wonder how long it will take me to stop being so angry?! anyway, the gods favoured qpr tonight. dave feels very strongly that football is full of good and necessary things. he means being a supporter of the team rather than the sport itself. he talked about connections, and common goals, and community. he talked about a safe place to express large emotions. i know that the only place in the world i can shout at will (as opposed to something like warning people or being angry) is at a sporting event. COME ON YOU 'RRRRR'S!!!!! etc. perhaps not the new chant i learned today: your mum's your dad, your dad's your mum, you're all inbred you northern scum. :-( i do know that the main time that i ever feel like this:
is when qpr score a goal.
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