QPR v. WBA

Beautiful Day for a Match.

I got subbed in second half.

Bored or Focused?

Someone forgot to jump...

Focused.

One-Sided Game

Two Steppin'.

First Strike.

Group Hug.

Second Strike.

Group Hug # 2.

QPR Keeper.

Cox tried to get in the box during the free kick, fool got denied. Lights out.

Any expectations I could have had for this match were shattered. Being lucky enough to have front row seats, thanks to Sir Nate, made it that much easier to see why this game is so loved by the nation. The surrounding roads are closed before, during, and after the match, cops patrol on horses, and chants are loud and sung by those who want to get under the other side's skin. Through out the 90 minutes, there was never a silent moment. QPR was not expected to win this match, but they whooped dat ass!, scoring three goals to WBA's one.

Watching the supporters board the tube and stroll to the stadium was a sight to see, as if the colors of their team worn proudly on their bodies was the armor that would dress a warrior for battle. I couldn't help but think of scene from 'Green Street Hooligans' while watching what seemed to be the firms of the two teams. Decided not to stick around to see if these scenes really ring true.

we are QPR,

lowt.



oh, p.s., this jam was playing as we sat down, could not have started in a more beautiful way!