Sh!t Or Bust Sheffield Wednesday Sunday.

Such is the modern football generation, Sky feel the need to give everything a 'catchy' title: 'Survival Sunday' & 'Showdown Sunday' being two of the finest/most annoying examples.

Well, tomorrow's game isn't on Sky and even if it was, Richard Keys & co. wouldn't give a toss anyway. And why should they? Our all or nothing tete-a-tete with Sheffield Wednesday is insignificant when put next to Liverpool/Chelsea's glorious gimmicky, high-definitional, 3-dimensional Premier League hootananny.

I decided I wouldn't be able to stomach going to the game tomorrow, opting to keep within the comfort of my 4 walls with a steady supply of refrigerated beers and a big box of tissues (i'm expecting tears whatever the result.)

Now I'm seriously considering avoiding the BBC's coverage (not because I'm expecting it to be second rate TV like the Football League Show and not because there's no way they'll fail to mention Newcastle at least 12 times) but I honestly don't think I can watch. My stomach churns at the very thought.

There's bound to be snooker on isn't there?

Seriously though, watch or not, this could be the last time we see our beloved club on the tellybox. It could be the last time we see our beloved club FULL STOP!

You don't need me to go on about the importance of tomorrow's match yadda yadda, i'm sure Manish and Claridge will cover that during the coverage tomorrow. All I'll say is this:

20 years with CPFC.

Has certainly not been easy.

With ups, with downs,

Seagulls and clowns-

With Norwich City's and Ipswich Towns

Goals galore from Clinton and Wright,

And that Freedman bloke, he was alright.

From Wembley to Watford and Cardiff to Stockport,

With tension high, and emotions fraught.

For every Moses a Torghelle

And every Coppell a Francis

Then there was that Venables-

He certainly took the piss!

Together we've seen it all-

through the highs and through the lows,

the horror of Dowie's face,

the bend of Bruce's nose.

Gabor doing the splits

Cantona doing Kung Fu

Hopkin curling one in,

Rubins hitting row U.

With Goldberg and his plan

and Jordan with his hair,

With Corbett, Brand and Izzard-

and De Courcey with Nookie Bear

Byfield, Fox and Side-O,

the mispelled Chrystal Palace,

Lap Hing and The Tasty Jerk,

The jubblies on that Alice (sorry Pete)

The Arthur and the Holmesdale

The left side and the right

That time AJ played Brighton-

He scored all fuckin' night.

So to tomorrow

What's in store?

I'm certainly hoping

Soares doesn't score

If we're up come Monday

It's time for a big party

and that's all that i can find,

that rhymes with Riihilahti.

Let's have it.

Glad All Over... always

PTTP