To Loftus Road with my 'honorary Yorkshireman' son (wearing his prized Huddersfield shirt) yesterday to cheer on Town. What a great little stadium - and a really good game. Town were impressive, moving the ball quickly and confidently, though without the killer touch in front of goal.
And the result? Well, QPR scored (a great goal) at the start of the second half but Huddersfield fought back hard and equalised through their new signing, the Bermudan Nahki Wells (already lionised by the fans: 'Nahki Wells, Nahki Wells, Nahki, Nahki, Nahki Wells'). What joy! But QPR scored the winner in the last few minutes. Ah well!
To be honest, Town aren't a Premiership compatible team just yet - but they could well get there in a year or two. They have three prize assets - a good manager, a good chairman, and bloody brilliant supporters.
Great to be with 2,000 Town fans - what a noise! Completely out sang the home crowd, and baiting them with magic lines such as 'you don't even sing when you're winning' (true!) and 'have you paid your taxes, Harry?' (good question).
Among the real winners on the Town supporters' song sheet: 'I am a Yorkshireman', to the tune of the Sex Pistols 'I am an anarchist' (yes, there were plenty of Yorkshirewomen present, but that's art), with the unlikely killer line: 'I want to be ... Huddersfield'.
Then there was 'Hey Jude', la-la-la la-la-la-la la-la-la-la Hudders'. And the wonderfully dated and hugely optimistic: 'So Town play up, and bring the cup, back to Huddersfield' (no, this wasn't a cup tie, but that's art).
And then a couple of pieces of true Yorkshire grit (plenty of that in Huddersfield) - so every time a QPR player hit the deck we heard, to the tune of 'Guantanamera', 'soft southern bastard, you're just a soft southern bastard'. And from time-to-time, the even more eloquent: 'London is a shithole, I want to go home!'
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