Blimey that was crap. There she was. A happy and hopeful Hammer, 45 minutes away from the Carling Cup final and a face off with my beloved Gunners. But that sweet missus of mine has the misfortune of being born into an affliction for which there is no cure. The family team is West Ham and so Queenie’s die (hard) was rolled. Hammer till she … Continue reading Conflict averted! Me and my West Ham missus