One big thought occurred to me his week. I will not be needing separate tickets for matches next season. My season ticket sits like a virgin on the edge of my consciousness, waiting for the moment that is yet to come.
I may be using the box office to get tickets for away games (certainly hope so!) but otherwise as long as I can keep tabs on the blessed thing (mislaid my mobile phone a couple of times since the last post. Once even leaving it outside in the back garden with a couple of tea mugs)no need for the trying to fit in phone calls/card details.
I really thought about going to the game at Stevenage, but – in all honesty lacked the motivation. Spring is here, fine weather, work in the back garden, up at the allotment blah, blah blah …
Stevenage are relegated. Leaking goals like a colander in a monsoon Monday storm. Big, tough words in the local papers: about being professional, doing a good job, upset about recent lack of scoring/winning/making more of possession noises. Sound and printed fury.
On the day, came to nothing. Stevenage, perhaps playing for pride whomped us 3-2. Good luck to ‘em. Sounded poor even on the BBC Radio WM commentary that was tearing in to Aston Villa who are having a hard time of it and were losing 4 – 1 at home. “the fans want change/expect better etc. etc.” Don’t quite like this conniving, sniping side of what is going on on my favourite –until now – local radio station. Banter? Yes. Humour? Yes. This setting up of storylines ? No thanks.
It’s the end of a season that we are now playing. One last (home) game to go. Against Colchester. I will be getting tickets for this one. Hope that we get a good crowd, reflecting something of the start of the season that saw us looking for promotion. Also hope I can get tickets. I may be hosting some visitors from Sicily. Watch this space.
Meanwhile I am surprised that the government has declared (is this the right verb?) that natives of Cornwall will be a minority ethnic group in their own right (as are Scots and Welsh). I am confounded, amused and indignant about this in equal measure.
Why? Is the obvious question. They have their own special culture. Of course they do. But only as much as people of Staffordshire, the Black Country, the Geordies and so on.
But also … when the much vaunted Olympic legacy seems to be being undermined by the selling off of local playing fields/facilities across the nation … how much did this Cornwall business all cost and wouldn’t the money have been better spent elsewhere?
Not with a bang but with a whimper eh?
Trials and Trails: life and times of a Walsall fan 