2013/2014, Wolves at home

To get to Preston a Branchman may have to travel by car, buss, tram, train, plane and cab. All of the above was taken into use this weekend. And incredibly enough everything went smooth. Not a single delay or shitty experience... apart from the 30 Leeds supporters on the plane.

After landing in Manchester we met up with Minty and the lads at some fancy pub. They had all been to the Ashes and were already in good shape (or what Kearnsey?)

After some not so fancy bars we got on the train to Preston. With no entertainment on the train we needed to create some of our own. To our great disappointment there were no lashers on board which made the banter pretty much a one way thing.

Norwegian beer was served and irish whiskey was spilt.

After a good nights sleep and a decent breakfast we met up with the lads at the Old Black Bull. The flag went up and the beers went down. Weather was amazing and everything was in place for a good day out. Would the football ruin it as it has a tendency to do?

First game of the season is always hard to predict and everything can happen. We all agreed upon the fact that meeting Wolves, the wounded giant, for the season opening was a good deal.

After 3 away matches in a row it was great to be back at Deepdale. The pitch looked stunning so all kinds of cred to the team at Deepdale for making our livingroom carpet look so damn good!

 

The match was pretty decent with Wolves looking the stronger side in the first half and Preston more in the driving seat in the second. No goals but a team that looks strong and happy made the mood stay intact. After the game we good a word in with our man Lairdy. Great to see him fit and ready for a new season. Good luck in the games to come. Leg`s never been stronger pal!

The post game drinks are a great time to catch up with friends and get to talk to new people. Still not met anyone not welcoming us in a heartwarming fashion. Hope the Leeds supporters can say the same after their stay. Not to sure though, when visiting bring your fucking manners.

Besides Nick attempting to catch a beer glass with his head the first couple of drinks went on without any drama. Minty had a tournament on sunday (which his brave lads went on to win!! Congrats pal!) so Clem was in charge of the party patrol heading for the town center.

When you`re out with good people it doesn`t really matter where you are. A lot can be said about the two first bars we went to, but I will address only two things. First of all you do not need more than two birds on the dance floor to speak constantly as a DJ. And secondly every bar and night club needs a small man dressed in a black suit and hat dancing his ass of at the entry. High five old lad!

I could easily have written bits and parts about girls getting sick on each other and women really being men, karaoke and tits out of bounce but I will not. 

It`s been a while Preston and it was great seeing you again. Thanks again our friends for a fantastic stay. Stay safe, we`ll meet again soon. 

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