At this very time and day last year I was walking the streets of Bilbao, surrounded by happy, confident, singing, chanting drunk fellow Yiddos - just soaking in the atmosphere. Playing "spot the red" because the all the sad United fans were keeping a very low profile.
The game was still 20 hours away but there were no nerves, no fretting - just fucking joy and anticipation. After a season completely ruined by injury we had made it to the final of a European Championship again. For only the second time in 40 years. Surrounded by fellow Yids and a beautiful Spanish town. What a time to be alive!
Let's check in to see how Deranger-in-Chief Twat1882 was feeling the vibes that wonderful supporter of Tottenham Hotspur that he is:
Oh...
Well I guess we all follow our team in different ways.
Love to all non-Derangers out there as the first anniversary approaches

The game was still 20 hours away but there were no nerves, no fretting - just fucking joy and anticipation. After a season completely ruined by injury we had made it to the final of a European Championship again. For only the second time in 40 years. Surrounded by fellow Yids and a beautiful Spanish town. What a time to be alive!
Let's check in to see how Deranger-in-Chief Twat1882 was feeling the vibes that wonderful supporter of Tottenham Hotspur that he is:
Had a dream the other day that I fell asleep and missed this.
When I woke up (in the dream), I couldn't be arsed to check the score.
WTF have they done to me?![]()
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Oh...
Well I guess we all follow our team in different ways.
Love to all non-Derangers out there as the first anniversary approaches
