The Queen could have died today. World War 3 could have been declared. A comet could be heading towards earth, giving the human race just 48 hours to live, before we are obliterated into space dust. However, none of us would know of this, because the only reported news today was of the retirement of Alex twatting Ferguson.
Before anyone says anything, I know this blog on the topic is a little hypocritical of the point I’m making.
Not as impressive as recent seasons….
Games attended: 41
Goals seen: 124
Miles travelled to games: 1,540
Considering I covered more miles during April 2011 alone, this season’s effort has been poor. To be fair, it was to be expected with Bath City relegated to a regionalised, southern division.
Hopefully I’ll catch some Leeds games next season and Bath City will have a big FA Cup run, boosting my mileage.
I’m pretty pleased with myself for adding these features to the comments section on my blog. Should stop the spammers.
If they go to the effort of finding the answer to the question (pretty obvious if you read my blog), they deserve to have whatever shit they spam me with to be displayed.
I don’t forget things very easily. Especially not heavily traumatic things, like travelling to Cardiff to watch my beloved Leeds United get beat 3-0 in the Play Off final by Watford. The events of that afternoon in May, almost seven years ago, still haunt me on an almost daily basis. I need a release. I need revenge. Today I had my revenge.
Leeds United with nothing to play for, against Watford, on the last day of the season. If Watford beat Leeds, they were promoted. We could have lay down and had our bellies ticked, allowing The Hornets to enjoy a ticket to the Premier League, but in the words of Chris Tarrant, “we don’t wanna give you that”. No, we wanted them to lose. To fuck up their day. To fuck up their party. To fuck up their season.
Cue 19-year old Dominic Poleon, future FIFA World Player of the Year, scoring the opening goal of the game for Leeds, before my favourite living Scotsman, Ross McCormack, grabbing the winner in added time. Watford were having a party. Leeds gatecrashed it, drank their beer, shagged the cat, pissed in the plant pot and vomited on the sofa.
Shame the season’s over.
About Me
So you stumbled across my blog. No doubt after searching for something bizarre on Google. Before you hit that 'Back Button', why not stay and have a read for a few minutes?
If you are after a website which gives advice on how to hack an iPhone X, download the latest Steven Seagal movie, or view nudy ladies, you've come to the wrong place and may now press 'Back'.
However, if you would like a lifestyle blog, written by a 30-something chap, living in Bath (England), feast your eyes on this.
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.
