I thought I’d got the dates wrong when I walked into New street station. There was a pocket of Blues fans on the concourse. I recognised a couple of faces but the one that stood out was Squid. Still on his crutches. He stands out at the best of times but stands out even more…… Continue reading 7/10/17 Plymouth Argyle v Fleetwood Town. Just a walk in the park.
Everyone on the bus into town was either asleep or talking about it. New Street station had bodies strewn across benches. Another away day starting. My mood had taken a bit of a hit. My bank account was looking sick already. Familiar scenery helped me put it to the back of my mind. I spend…… Continue reading 30/9/17 Hull City v Blues. Culture Shock
On a petrol soaked boat and then hit them with a flare. Just a day dream, nightmare swap the words and letters, add a few, add a lot. I wish no harm to nobody. Nobody unless they wish me harm. This current squad is causing me harm. Dramatic? Course it is. . . . .…… Continue reading Float them all off
I started off at New Street to get the next lot of advanced train tickets. The booking clerk sussed out that they might be for football and enquired, no, I said trying to look sheepish. Is it that obvious I asked laughing. Pretty much she smiled. But in all reality, who goes to Middlesbrough if…… Continue reading 27/9/17 Blues v Sheffield Wednesday What’s that £20 note done to you?
My day started with a text off Jinksy apologising for the drunk text the previous night. Along with telling me of meeting a Rangers season ticket holder from Dublin. Talk about living with the enemy. I thought living where I do was bad enough. He gazumps me. Jinksy also mentioned locking Nat Peters out of…… Continue reading 23/9/17 Derby County v Blues Donghead
I just wasn’t feeling it. Don’t know why, just wasn’t. It was Saturday, so no work. I was watching Blues, something I look forward to all week. I was meeting up with my lad, I don’t see him enough and there was beer to be drunk but I just felt flat. Then as I’m walking…… Continue reading 16/9/17 Blues v Preston North End. Never mind chop suey, chop Harry.
I got up on Sunday 7th May knowing that Blues were going to win and stay up. It was a strange feeling. In my entire time of following Blues, I’d only ever had it once before with a big game. That was when the penalties started in Cardiff v Norwich. Every other Blues fan in…… Continue reading Chinese Chop House