Going back to our late arrival at Millwall, it transpired that the team were just 5 miles from the ground but had to have a police escort in what with Millwall fans being so unruly and all that. Anyway, traffic was terrible in the area as it was, but it sure wasn't helped by the police escort vehicle sustaining a bloody puncture! THAT was why the team arrived late!
And obviously I should be grateful that my team are unlikely ever to be troubled by European fixtures. I was quite shocked to see that yesterday - a SATURDAY - that there were only 2 Premier league games because so many of the pampered darlings couldn't cope with playing that day having exerted themselves in Europe during the week. Erh, don't they all have squads consisting of 50 or so players? Could they not possibly give someone else a game even if all the 11 that turn out in the week are feeling a little fatigued? What about the poor fans? The very poor fans if they are paying the ticket prices demanded by these clubs. Oh I was forgetting that they are the last people to be considered by the powers that be in football. Who cares if they have horrendous homeward journeys on a Sunday evening from where ever it is that their team is playing that day? Of course, even when they don't play European fixtures in the week they bugger about with match days and times due to the Evil Sky Sports.
Talking though of exorbitant prices for football ( Was I talking about that? Oh yes - got a passing mention in above complaint) we are playing at Luton a week on Monday. Now for those amongst you who have never had the pleasure of a trip to sit in the away end at Luton Town I have to assure you that this picture (with thanks to Duncan Adams - photographer) is genuine.
Yes, we really do go in through the middle of people's houses. As we go up the steps the other side we look down into people's back yards. We then - or certainly those of us with long legs do - sit bent double hugging our knees as there is no leg room at all - whilst trying to avoid the seats where the view is completely concealed by huge pillars. A pukka pie costs £3.00. Oh I don't believe what I just saw when looking for a link to pukka pies....I have to share this whilst checking which century we are living in........
That has completely thrown me! Where was I?
Oh yes, anyway - for such unaccustomed luxury we are expected to pay £23.50 a ticket. In the words of Ricky Gervais in Extras "You're 'aving a laugh." But hey - rejoice and praise the Wonderful Public Service that is Sky Sports. The match is being televised so I shall feel no need to go!
Did I just hear the words 'Two faced bitch' muttered somewhere in the distance?
