3-2...we beat the Brighton 3-2, we beat the Brighton 3-2, we beat the Brighton 3-2.
This song has been cycling through my synapses since Saturday after going to the game and watching our beloved boys beat the scum. Oh so joyous.
And not only did I get to watch that but I also got to watch the Palace firm hammer the Brighton firm. As I sucked down a most enjoyable beer after the game in the nearest pub to the ground I saw a bundle of bodies rolling in a cloud of dust down the street outside. Fists were flying and blood was spurting. And of course, at the end of it all, Palace ended up on top. Now, of course I don't condone such hooliganism and violence. But it was bloody fun to watch. See below image for the aftermath.
But of course, just like Palace, we had to make it hard for ourselves on the pitch. I don't think I have seen a more excruciatingly nerve racking game in my life. We held on by the skin of our teeth. Not because we aren't good enough to beat those dumb dumbs. But because getting three points at this crucial stage against our foe got to the players.
Thankfully they held out.
As if all of this wasn't enough but at half time as I stood in line for my curry pie I heard the name Woody ring out above the din. I turned to find fellow Austin Eagle James standing there clad in red and blue with a beaming smile on his face. He had also travelled back to England to watch the game. What a day.
This win means we are now 6 points clear of relegation with 4 games to go. It would be surprising if we didn't stay in the premier league for next season. But then again, this is Palace.