Posted by WOOLTONIAN on March 20, 2005, 09:55:34 AM

Are you one of those who today needs to find them lucky socks? Do you go through a Derby Day routine? Have you been searching for something that will ensure a victory today?

Look no further. I'm glad to bring you:

The Chinese Year of the Rooster

The sign of the Rooster indicates a person who is hard-working and definite about their decisions. Roosters are not afraid to speak their minds and can therefore sometimes come across as boastful. They make good restaurant owners and world travellers.

We always win a Derby in the year of the rooster, ever since the very first in our history in 1897.

2005 to be confirmed
1993 1-0 Ronnie Rosenthal
1981 3-1 Dalglish (2) Rush
1969 3-0 Hughes Brownog Graham
1957 no match
1945 2-1 Liddell Shannon
1933 7-4 Barton (3) Hanson Morrison Taylor Roberts
1921 3-0 Johnson Chambers (2)
1909 3-2 Goddard Stewart Parkinson
1897 3-1 Cunliffe McQue Becton

still not convinced? What about players born in the year of the Rooster? Milan Baros
and Stephen Warnock will surely both play an integral part in todays game.

Still not convinced?

Nah neither am I, but what else do you do when Derby Day nerves kick in at 4.45am in the morning?

Great start to the day. The wife asked me to get up at 5am because she was black and blue, being kicked all night. She was not persuaded by my argument that the final boot up her arse scored the winner today.

Neither was she convinced by the arguement, that when I was hugging and kissing her at 3.45am it was actually celebrating Riise's opening goal. Wives are funny people. I mean how can she still be snoring her head off at this bloody time on Derby Day. Jeez the game is only 6 hours 5 mins away, but who's counting.

I've got a knot in the pit of my stomach that just wont go away today. But where can you get a Stella this time in the morning? What time did your Derby Day start today? Anything funny happened yet?

I'm off for the Sunday papers and to look for a pair of Magpies. Well, as soon as I find my lucky socks I am.

Derby Day nerves my arse. Butterflies? They're more like bloody Albatrosses.

© Wooltonian 2005

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