Contrary to popular belief, I am not dead. I have no good reason for the lack of blogs over the last week. It’s not like I didn’t have anything worth blogging about :o)

I could have mentioned the conker fight I had at work. I could have talked about the daddy long legs which have invaded my house and place of work and how when they get trapped in a room and die days later, their life was meaningless. Alas I didn’t, and those stories will never be revealed.

Today I went to watch Bath City play some “quality” non-league football. The weather was crap and by the time me and my friend Owen reached the ground, we were soaked.

The opposition was Merthyr Tydfil who had travelled to Bath for The FA Cup 2nd Qualifying Round, no doubt the first of many steps in Bath’s journey to the final in May. I haven’t a clue who Merthyr Tydfil are or even how to pronounce their name. All I know is that they come from Wales and don’t have many fans. .

Behind me die hard City fans, mostly men in their 60’s, would yell profanities at the players and the linesman or “lino”. They would moan to each other about how shit their beloved team was playing and how they would “never again” come back. The thing is, they will be back next week and moan just as badly again.

The game finished 0-0. I am yet to see Bath score.

After today I’ll never slag off Leeds United again. I am also refusing to comment on Leeds’ 4-2 defeat at the hands of 10 man West Brom. Grrr.

Twerton Park. A top European ground

Bath City. A top European side

The Merthyr Tydfil faithful. The whole town came along.