It’s lunchtime and I am about to tuck into my Coronation Chicken sandwich. I am hoping for today’s meal to be better than yesterday’s, and that I find no nasty surprises…
While eating my roll, I was rather perturbed to find a small, hard object inside my mouth. At first I thought I had lost a tooth, and quickly spat chicken, mayonnaise, bread and saliva all over the desk. In the pile of regurgitation, I noticed a stone – yes, a fucking stone! As my sandwich hadn’t been prepared on a cliff side, I can only imagine the piece of rock had found its way into my food at the factory!
I decided I would keep the stone and try and use it as a bargaining tool with some Sainsbury’s manager, hoping the threat of prosecution over my traumatic experience would lead to a free shopping trip. It would be just like the TV show, Supermarket Sweep, only without Dale Winton. Unfortunately the stone was placed in the pocket of my trousers, and my trousers were then placed in the washing machine. I assume the stone is now lost in the washing machine’s drainage pipe. Bugger.
I have a brand new roll today – hopefully I won’t find any bits of glass or nails in this one!
So Wayne Rooney has broken his foot again. Has he got brittle bones or something? He seems to be in and out the Manchester Hospital Orthopedic Ward more than a 93 year old woman.
Everyone is getting scared that Sir Roon’s injury will stop England qualifying for Euro 2008 and prevent Manchester United winning the Premiership. While the first scenario would be a bit of a pisser, the latter would make me laugh – although it is questionable what Wayne has contributed to the English national team since 2004.
Now, of course the foot break was a regrettable mistimed tackle. Why would ex-Leeds and Chelsea defender Michael Duberry want to purposely hurt a mouthy, scouse, Manchester United player like Rooney? Just a terrible accident. Yes, a terrible, terrible accident…
Finally, it has to be said, if I wanted to break my foot while playing football, I would either wear in those dap shoes you were forced to use in P.E. at school, or better still, Wayne Rooney’s choice of regular footwear…
It’s remarkable how a good football result makes you truly believe the season has begun! Bath City got a very respectable draw away at promotion-tipped Bromley; while Leeds managed to reduce their deficit to -12 with a wonderful victory away at Tranmere.
Yesterday morning, I boarded the Bath City supporters’ coach and made the long journey to Bromley along the M4 – a motorway which I expect to be making frequent trips across this season, on route to City games.
The ground was in a rather bizarre location – situated in the middle of a London suburb, with a farmyard alongside the entrance and a cricket pitch at the rear. There was even a match in progress – great for anybody getting bored of watching the football.
I was impressed with the stadium, and he terraces made watching the game an enjoyable experience. My only criticism was the catering. All I could find was a small hut selling burgers and hotdogs at rather extortionate prices, and an ice cream van at the corner of the ground. The man on the tannoy did mention something about a food-serving bar up the grandstand, but that appeared to be for members only, and if it wasn’t, it wasn’t clear to regular supporters how to gain access.
The game was played in hot, sunny conditions. It was warm enough in the stands, and you could tell that the players were affected by the heat. In the first half, City were by far the better team, and although they were unable to score, the fans were left optimistic.
Bromley came out better in the second half, and in one particularly dominant spell did manage to grab a goal. The City fans were left deflated, but the players kept going. In the dying seconds of the match, City were awarded a corner. The vast majority of the Bath fans ran down behind the goal to give their support – it paid off when defender Chris Holland slammed home an equaliser with the last kick of the game. The goal caused mass celebrations from the City fans, reminiscent to those when the league was won at Yate in April.
On the way out the ground, I received the news that Leeds had scored a late goal themselves, and had beaten Tranmere 2-1. All this excitement and pleasure felt very good – surely it’s not healthy!
While waiting to board the coach home, I was invited to look round the Bath City players’ coach – they certainly know how to travel in style! They have the luxury of travelling on premier seating, equip with tables, DVD players and microwaves. A perfect spot for eating boiled sweets and bread rolls, while checking out the “ladies” from News of the World – just some of the possessions I noticed while snooping around!
After what seems like an unusually short summer break, the new football season returns tomorrow. For some reason, I don’t feel quite ready for it just yet.
Tomorrow morning, I will be making the long coach journey to Bromley (somewhere near London – I think) to watch Bath City play their first game in The Blue Square South.
While at the match, I will be keeping a close eye on how Leeds United are getting on in their first game against Tranmere Rovers. Tranmere may be a team in the Merseyside, but it seems a million miles away from the likes of Liverpool and Everton – teams Leeds were playing only a few years ago.
As hopes and expectations go, I would like both my sides avoid relegation! Had Leeds not been faced with a ludicrous 15 point penalty, I would be expecting promotion back to The Championship, but I would happily settle 20th place come May 2008.
I don’t know what to expect from Bath. Their new division is unfamiliar territory. Following winning the league last season, I would like to think they could repeat the feat again, or at least make the play offs. Still, I shouldn’t be greedy – I would settle for mid table in their first season.
Hopefully, come August 2008, I will be blogging about Leeds’ season back in The Championship and their new billionaire owner; Bath City’s back-to-back promotion success; and the news that Ken Bates has been locked up in prison for being a dirty old crook.
Tomorrow evening, I hope that Bath City have a juicy 3 points under their belt, while Leeds are flying high with a healthy tally of -12; and the news that Ken Bates has been locked up in prison for being a dirty old crook.
I had to attend to attend a training course at work today – it was sooo boring! It involved teaching us about a new system that my organisation will be using sometime in the future. I will spare embarrassment by not naming the product.
A large part of the system in question uses an Active Directory – a tool which I use frequently throughout my working week. Even so, the trainer still insisted on taking two hours teaching my colleagues and me on how to use it. I had my fun though, asking her loads of complicated questions that I knew she would be unable to answer – I think she was on the verge of tears at one point!
The classroom bullying continued well into the afternoon, when a group of us decided to keep asking the poor trainer the question “Is it case sensitive?” every time we got to a stage which required a password to be entered/created. Each time the question as asked, it caused a look of frustration from the trainer and a fit of giggles from the trainees.
As you can probably tell, I was a little bastard when I was in school, and things haven’t changed much now! :o)
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