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Posted by sean on December 30, 2006 at 3:36 pm in Bath City, Leeds United with 1 Comment


I left my flat at 2.30 this afternoon, making the brief walk to Twerton Park to watch Bath City.

The walk may have only been short, but the rain was torrential. By the time I reached the ground, I was so wet you would think I had fallen off the bridge and into the River Avon.

Therefore, I was understandably annoyed when upon arrival I was informed that the game had been called off due to a waterlogged pitch. I did protest, arguing that while it was impossible to play football, a game of water polo could be staged, but to no avail.

I walked back home, getting splashed by a car and nearly drowning in a water-filled pot hole. When I finally did get back, I struggled to get out of my sodden clothes. I must have been carrying a whole stone in water.

I’m now sitting at home, trying to warm up and watching Gillette Soccer Saturday on Sky Sports. I may turn it off. Leeds are losing – again.

One Response to Footballs Shit

  1. Dave

    December 30, 2006 - 10:39 pm
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    Well at least you made the effort – I sat on my behind and fell asleep during the online commentary of the Leeds game.

    Non fanatic.

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