How Much?! Jeez....

You'll find no-one more desperately unhappy when we were bodily ripped from our true home of Rockingham Road than the Patgod posse.  No-one who wanted to help achieve the unrealisable return to our ancestral home once we were turfed out more than we did.  We signed all the petitions, and took part in all the marches.  We stood outside the Council offices and chanted our lungs raw at our uncaring, hive-minded, bean-counting Tory councillors.

We too looked on with stupefied horror as parts of the stadium were knocked down.  The main stand came down in a screech of grinding metal matched only by our collective screech of horror.  The mighty "K" floodlights were brought majestically to earth with barely a whisper.  Matching our silent disbelief.  While the ground stood there was always hope.  Always the dream of a miraculous return....

The rest of the stadium was cleared away and for the longest time we looked forlornly at the pointless wasteland our beloved former home had become.   "Look what they did to my boy" as Don Corelone once wailed.

Then they started building housing on OUR ground adding the final, flimsy built, shitty-cardboard, rabbit hutch, commuter-scum insult to the indelible injury we had all suffered.

Now this.  We can hardly bring ourselves to look at the pernicious Estate Agent website.  They are looking to parcel up our history and sell it to the highest bidder.  We can barely see through our tears to look at such unapologetic, untarnished, capitalist greed.

 

Mmmm.

That all said, if I knew how stupidly expensive the properties could be I'd have gladly lent a hand and a sledgehammer and helped pulverise our delapidated old dump myself!  

Loadsamoney!  Kerching!