We came in hope, my son and I, for days and nights of jubilation. We moaned and groaned and cheered. We ate salty chips and lava-molten pies washed down with cokes and lager, sharing laugher and dismay in equal measure.
There were some days .. and there were some nights. And we lived to see another season.
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