I fucking hate everything that is the South East of England. Colchester United, Southend United, Gillingham, their fans, the crap grounds, the lack of facilities, Thatcher’s Britain, the A14, fat kids in Arsenal kits, white stillettos, Lindsay Dawn Mackenzie, David Sullivan, overpriced beer and never ever winning here.
I also hate breaking down and missing the first twenty five minutes without beer being involved and I really hate losing 1 - 0 to a deflected goal from a dodgy free kick. Yes, it was a nightmare all round.
We left Great Barr at 12:59 and were on the outskirts of Shitsville at around ten past three. The first half sped by , not quite as quickly as Al’s driving mind, but quickly just the same.
It’s funny how frustrating it can be when you’re missing the game because you’re trying to get there. When you are sat in a boozer with pint in front of you and the clock showing loads past three it’s not that distressing.
Anyway we didn’t really get going until the second half and when Rob Stiener missed right in front of goal that was us done. I can’t be bothered to write about the dirty bastard full back who spat into the crowd or the animal did a ‘hatchet job’ on Pointon’s leg.
As for Lua-Lua - he had a very impressive game but the name Boli-Boli springs to mind and quite honestly they are welcome to them both.
A bad day, move on.