Oh dear an early start on new Years day! leave home just after 10.30 and drive to the station. Board the 11.07 to London Victoria. disembark at Clapham junction at 11.40 and enquire from a station numpty which platform i require for the train to the wombles home. Its platform 11 and i am on 12 Ring Nick (bubble) who is travelling up from Winchester (not Arfers club) whom i have arranged to meet at 11.45am to tell him what platform I am on. Nick duley arrives (its his birthday) and after a 5 minute wait we board the train to go and see Great Uncle Bulgaria. 5 minutes later we are in the home of the wombles yet the idiots in grey are no where to be seen, none the less we spot our next train a district line service to putney bridge so make our way over to that platform. this should be a 5 minute journey as its only 4 stops. on arrival at east putney someone (no names) decides in a drunken haze to read the line planner thing back to front and announces we have gone 1 stop to far so we quickly jump off. as the train departures we realise the schoolboy error that has just been made. it can't be far to Putney Bridge we decide to walk, 10 minutes later we give up and go back to the station, 5 mins later we alight at the correct Putney Bridge station. two minutes later we are in the eight bells watering hole. Still nice and early so loads of space and a few orns about. we both get busy texting and ringing loads of people to inform them of our location. the pub is spot on, very welcoming to all fans and a blackboard advertising food states the pub is run by football fans for football fans and extends a warm welcome to watford fans today, nice touch. Someone offers us a spare ticket whom i know, Nick decides to let guy (GScottWilson) know and proceeds to secure funds and buy it for him as he had planned to pay on the day. BIG RISK, getting money out of Guy. As is usual with young guy nothing is simple and lots of confusing texts arrive until he does sometime later, guess what he has no money! Still he does say he will weigh Nick in later, (ye right ) as time goes on the pub gets busier and busier and we have a few jars. lots of old familiar faces start to arrive and some not so often seen ones. everyone is greeting everyone else warmly and extending new years best wishes to all. For £2.50 a lovely crusty roll filled with sausages is devoured, yum yum. just after 2.30pm i decide to leave the pub for the short walk through the park to the ground. On arrival time for two quick bottles of Fosters from a bloke with a flag on his back. I then attempt to find my seat, oh **** the worst in the house row G right over by the old bill on the very left. Surely a mistake! Absolute appalling view, i can feel a letter of complaint coming on. A reasonably bright game ensues, both teams had chances to win it and in hindsight flem should have, but we also had chances and its great credit to come away with a draw having not played that well. Thought priskins yellow was way OTT in the last min, the ref was shyte all day as was that **** of a linesman on the left, both were so inconsistent. A point is a point, but now what we really need is 3 every week One highlight was at half time the easy availability of fosters and some nice proper Hot Dogs. Shortly before the end the heavens open, the wind off the Thames ensures my shyte view is now also a very wet one Yet again the away fans are a credit to the club singing throughout. A quicker walk back along the same route finds us back in the Eight Bells, within 20 mins most of the same old faces return. We then spend a further three hours or so drinking and generally taking the **** out of guy who has rung some local bird who he fancies in the hope of some late night loving. it quickly emerges that she has other plans, still she lets him stay at her place (because she isn't ) so all is not bad. When we all decide to make our way back to the station young Guy has done his regular vanishing act. an hour and a half later or so and i am home. merry, tired but having had another great "away" day out with many very pleasant like minded people.
such scandalous slurs on my good name! I'll write up my defence and post it at a later date. I've only just got home! ;D
the Highlite Of The Day Was Jobr Showing Some Tube With A Tank On This Back, How To Open A Bottle Of Fosters.;D ;D Four Goes Later And Still No Luck. The Type Of Person U Would Find On Our Club Coaches. Classic. And To Make Matters Worse He still Wouldnt Leave The Bottles Behind;D ;D ;D ;D
