The winning bit (& bumper stickers & The Tigers’ Almanac)
The balloons came down, withered, the streamers and signs put away. The cans of Richmond Draught have been drunk (a fine drop, a sweet aftertaste long on the palette). Suppose we need to make room around the house, in the fridge, for Christmas. Suppose. Premiership hangover? The party for us fans, it’s hardly over. In quiet moments, we catch ourselves remembering what happened. We won! They did it, which means by proxy, we did it! We are premiers! We don’t want to let go, at least not until mid-March...