I leave Bath for one day and civil war breaks out.
On my way home, I saw a police car tearing into the coach park, where a riot van was already parked. Further on, I saw officers interviewing a teenage girl who looked rather upset. Finally, just a few houses away from my flat, there was yet more police investigating a smashed window at the corner shop.
What’s been going on? Where I live, the biggest disturbance is normally when somebody’s cat goes missing. Now it’s like I’m living in Downtown Los Angeles!
Tomorrow morning, I make one of the longest trips in my football supporting career. I am travelling all the way from Twerton Park, Bath to Dover – the far south east of England.
Dover is so far away, it is almost in France. I suppose tomorrow afternoon’s game is the closest Bath City will ever get to playing a European Cup tie.
After visiting the various pick up points on route, the journey will amount to a 400 mile round trip. Such a distance could see me take a one way trip to Paris, get 1/600th of the way to the moon, drive all the way to Glasgow, walk 60% of all the roads in London, or make up a years worth of walking from my flat to work and back home again.
Dover are top of the league and doing very well. Bath City have been struggling a bit of late and sit uncomfortably midtable. A sensible betting man wouldn’t place a penny on the boys from Somerset getting anything from the game. Hopefully the players will prove the pundits (and me) wrong, upset the odds and make the mammoth journey worthwhile.
Awww… I knew the big fat footie barons had a heart.
I was calling for just such a move at the time of the Setanta collapse. I’m glad to see they decided to give in to my demands.
I wish I hadn’t watched this. I’m going to have nightmares.
I’ve always been scared of spiders, but never thought any of those living in the UK could give you a serious bite – moreso just a major scare, as they run across your floor like an eight-legged Usain Bolt.
Now I know they have a taste for human flesh, my phobia has got even worse.
That bloke at the end, happily letting the beast run over his hands, is just insane.
About Me
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You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
