We were going to be hit by a storm called Brian. When I heard it was called Brian, I couldn’t get the image of Brian the dog from Family Guy chasing his tail, out of my head. Of all the names to call a storm, Brian is not a name that would spring to mind…… Continue reading 21/10/17 Millwall v Blues. Horses for courses
Thanks to those lovely people at Sky, another traditional 3 o’clock Saturday kick off had gone west and it meant that either I twiddle my thumbs at home or pick another game to go to. Except for Arsenal and West Ham, all the other grounds I’ve got to do to complete the 92, I’d already…… Continue reading 14/10/17 Haringey Borough v Heybridge Swifts F.A.Cup 4th qualifying round. Missile thrown at referees assistant.
This was my second double game weekend of the season. I’d text my Nephew Dave the previous day with when to meet up when I touched down in London. I hadn’t heard back so I text him again. He hadn’t received my text so I resent the original text. He was up for it. Got…… Continue reading 13/10/17 Blues v Cardiff City. Welsh rare bit?
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?