Friday evening, darkness draws in and the garden is covered in snow. Some lucky bullock raised on the lush grass of Ireland donated its filet to me. Roasted whole with caramelised onions, mushrooms, thick cut fries (chips if you like me were raised in council house), and bernaise sauce. It was washed down with a mature Cotes-du- Rhone. Now as I mellow out looking forward to probably the most attractive fixture outside of the PL. With a Scandinavian Christmas dinner with family on Monday, I ask myself why I am so lucky. Then I think of the crap my team has put me through over the years and I realise It’s more than due. Best wishes and a Merry Christmas to all contributors and readers of not606 KTF ☃️
I didn't have time for lunch and still haven't had tea yet and that meal sounds like something I'd kill for right now. Merry Christmas to you and everyone.