A few highlights from my trip to Luton

The stewards:
I am officially a football hooligan, having had an argument with a football steward. To be fair, he could only be described as the real life Ali G.

After taking photos from outside the ground, I was stopped from entering the stadium, by the jobsworth, insisting that I give him my camera. I refused and like a sensible-minded human being, reasoned with him, promising to keep it in my bag. The chav refused and called for the head steward. Luckily his boss did not wear sovereigns or any bling and common sense prevailed, when he undermined his deputy and let me enter the ground. Hahaha – cock.

Both of them however, failed to carry out the standard safety checks, by searching the bag over my shoulder, which could have contained a flare, gun or knife. It seems preventing photographs being taken is a higher priority than public safety.

The fans:
I have read a lot in the media about Luton Town supporters and the troublesome nature which follows them. Luckily, I saw no problems yesterday. However, they can fairly be described as some of the most arrogant fans in English football.

At half time, the tannoy announcer and the majority of the home crowd showed unprecedented joy at the fact Watford had lost a game of football to Derby. This is Watford, the team three divisions above Luton Town and trying to get into the Premier League. I think at this moment in time, Luton should be more concerned about how St Albans and Bedford Town are doing than a team they used to play in the good old days.

The fans continued their honourable display right until the final minutes, when, despite winning 3-1, found it necessary to boo and abuse their manager for making a tactical substitution they disagreed with.

Mind you, apart from when they scored their three goals, jeered Watford and mocked their manager, you wouldn’t have known they were there. Apart from the away support, which was fantastic, the ground was silent. Maybe Luton are more like Manchester United and Arsenal than I first thought.

Lee Phillips:
I’ll end tonight’s blog on a high. On the way to the game, a sweepstake was run on the coach for the first goalscorer. I picked out Lee Phillips. Bath City’s recently signed striker, who before the weekend was experiencing a goal scoring drought. I was somewhat disappointed with my pick, thinking I had more chance of winning had I chosen the goalkeeper.

However, I was proved wrong, when Mr. Phillips scored a fabulous goal in the second half, making the scoreline 3-1 and paying for my entrance into Kenilworth Road in the process.

I was probably the happiest person in the ground following the goal, knowing £19 was coming my way.

Thank you Lee!