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2nd September
Didn’t sleep too well last night. Certainly not worrying about the football that’s for sure. But I had promised to get tickets for friends for the Chelsea game and just maybe I was worried about that. Getting the season tickets, whether I might be expected to re-join the queue after buying one set; how long the queue might be (remembering the Wembley experience for example). Or maybe nothing connected.
But wide awake at a devilish early five thirty, waiting to hear the delivery of an envelope containing season tickets and cash. When the big, clean (much credit due there!) I.C.A.D. van gently appeared and the familiar figure crept along the drive and so-quietly dropped the package through the door I made a cup of tea and played some computer games.
Clear skies after yesterday’s seriously heavy rain; packed a drink, sandwiches and nuts and raisins. It might be a long day.
But when I stroll casually into the official car park (!) the queue is only about thirty or so long. They might have multiple season tickets of course but even so …
I join the line. Get chatting to the guys in front. They had read that the ticket office was going to be open from nine o’clock (the Express and Star apparently). One talks about being a scout for Brian Clough (has all kinds of details: about Derby County, Leeds United, Alan Gilzean) another has had a season ticket at Walsall every year (bar one: the year we moved to this new Bescot Stadium) since 1954! The third doesn’t want tickets for the Chelsea game but a later home game. He is getting a ticket for his son (or grandson) who is in the R.A.F. and – I find out – service personnel get free entry to Walsall matches. A good thing I think.
We talk about the contrasts between football past and present; levels of fitness and tactics. Walsall heroes of bygone days – and between us we can summon up quite a few of those. We talk about how money is spoiling football (if not, indeed, sport altogether) and how we feel the club is doing less and less for season ticket holders. There were times, apparently when season tickets included first rounds of cup games, free beers and – more recently entry into the savoy Lounge. This is only available on payment of an extra fee this time around. Mind you I have no problem with trying to establish sound commercial practices – but wonder where the “thin end of the wedge” will stop.
There’s a woman standing behind a camera tripod; she doesn’t look too impressed, sweeping the queues a couple of times. She approaches the line and – half-heartedly asks whether anyone would be happy to “talk to the camera”. We smile and decline; asking after we had our tickets might have been a better bet I am thinking.
We are so busy chattering the time ticks by, stewards come out and rearrange the queue and the windows open. Thirty minutes later I am walking away; six tickets in my fleece pocket. Mission completed.
Typing this up I am listening to the live commentary on the game up at League Two Morecambe. As per usual this season Dean Smith has made changes to the line up. With goalkeeper Etheridge (Philippines) and Jason Demetriou away playing in World Cup qualifying games we have MacGillivray in gaols and young Liam Kinsella at right back (he was impressive last season but this is his first turn out of this campaign). Matt Preston who made his debut and was solidly impressive is in in place of Paul Downing and Lalkovic and Baxendale start too.
But the commentator is struggling to find words and is reduced to repeating the score and being all poetic about the setting sun (“What you mean,” his commentator interjects at one point, “is that any shepherds watching will be chuffed.”). We are having a lot of the ball, attacking well but, dare I say it – not putting the ball in the net.
And, while it would be truly amazing to win all games, while I am having a go at a new guitar tune or two, Morecambe go a goal up (early second half), then grab another. Seems it is against the run of play but they only count the goals at the final whistle – so we step off this particular Wembley-and-glory trail.
The better to concentrate on other matters?
Who knows?
The home game against Bury will be interesting. Not least because we will still be missing Neil Etheridge who has been key in our early performances. He is very mobile, agile and gets involved. McGillivray? Hmm, jury is out on that one.
But, with the transfer deadline passed we still have Tom Bradshaw (but haven’t managed to add anyone else to the thin squad) – and the season is young.
Onwards and upwards?
Watch this space folks.