… because Steve McClaren was lucky enough to find this.
Lady Luck was looking down on me and my football teams this afternoon. We were lucky – very lucky!
Bath City won 4-0. Now that sounds impressive, but when you consider the opposition missed countless numbers of open goals, I am grateful for the 3 points.
Leeds beat Swindon 2-1. I wasn’t at the game, but apparently the referee was very kind to Leeds. Thank you Ms. Luck!
Lady Luck saved her best piece of work till last, when she orchestrated Israel’s win over Russia. The last minute goal from the Israelis means England, who before today looked doomed, now have a major chance of qualifying for Euro 2008.
I personally don’t think England deserve to go through, but will be very happy if they fluke their way in. I felt very sorry for the Scotland national team. They had a wonderful qualifying campaign and looked by far the best team in Britain, yet a late goal from Italy (following a dodgy referee decision) ended their chances.
I normally dislike the Scottish national team, but felt deeply saddened for them this evening. Not only was Lady Luck not helping them tonight, but she vomited from the skies onto their stadium.
This evening I went to the seaside town of Clevedon and watched Bath City destroy Clevedon United 7-0 in the Somerset Cup 2nd Round. The regular cameraman wasn’t there, so I volunteered my services to film the game. I stood by myself in a lonely, empty stand for 2 hours, shivering, while zooming in and out of the action, with cold, numb fingers.
Even the tape in the camera had enough of the Arctic conditions and decided to stop working during the first half. Therefore, tonight’s DVD will feature missing segments of the match. It will, however, feature a special bonus feature of Bath City midfielder, Scott Rogers and I having a chat about random, meaningless bollocks. Scotty was obviously as bored by the game as I was, and decided to come up for a few words. And no, in case you were wondering, he wasn’t supposed to be playing; although judging by Clevedon United’s performance, it wouldn’t have made much difference if our players had come off for a break.
Now time for bed, it’s too cold to be up this late.
This evening I met the West Country and football legend, Ian Holloway. “Ollie” was signing his new autobiography at the Longwell Green branch of Asda. I arrived for the signing at 6.30pm, and it wasn’t until after 9pm, after over two and a half hours waiting, I was able to meet him.
While queuing, I was approached by an American tourist who asked who Holloway was. The ‘New York Giants’ fan was rather bemused when we explained. I think the Yank was expecting somebody as well-known as David Beckham. While Holloway may not have the worldwide popularity little David has, in this part of the country, he is a legend.
During the minute or so I spent with Ollie, he signed my book “To Sean. Come on Leeds and Bath. Best wishes, Ian Holloway ‘Ollie’”, shook my hand, had a brief discussion involving the size of the queue, before handing me a Gingsters pasty (which will be my lunch tomorrow at work).
It’s a good thing Plymouth Argyle don’t have a game this weekend, as I think he’ll be at the 24-hour supermarket signing books until the weekend.
After what seemed like a ridiculously long week at work, I welcomed the arrival of the weekend. I spent Friday night watching Leeds play Hereford United in the FA Cup, while dining upon something I don’t normally eat – a Chinese takeaway. The meal was almost as bad as the match, which finished 0-0; Hereford being by far the better side and forcing a replay – a fixture Leeds could do without.
Bath City had a free weekend, so I was a little stuck for stuff to do on Saturday. I decided to go to Twerton Park and watch Team Bath play some little northern team called Chasetown. The match was enjoyable, mainly because the students of Team Bath lost. What a shame. A glory-seeking student collared me at the game, and thinking I was a local, started slagging off the performance. I may be a local, but certainly didn’t want the tax-funded morons to win.
Saturday night I paid Simon a visit. He has recently moved into a new house, and I invited myself round to check it out. Simon lives with his parents, and it would appear they have stuck him right at the top of the house in a loft bedroom. You need to take what seems like never-ending spiral staircase to reach his lair. I was also a tad disturbed to find out his rather petite sister has been given a bedroom which is effectively a tiny cupboard under the stairs.
I was most pleased to learn our Sheppy’s cider had arrived, so on route to the Dolphin pub, we lugged the mini-barrels to my flat. I know I will enjoy these immensely at a later date. I know cider orders and trips to the local pub may make me sound like a pisshead. I can confirm to those who may be concerned that this is not the case, and this blog just makes out I spend a lot of time at The Dolpin (mainly because it’s a blog-worthy topic). Alcohol is bad mmmkay. Beer kills braincells or something something…
About Me
So you stumbled across my blog. No doubt after searching for something bizarre on Google. Before you hit that 'Back Button', why not stay and have a read for a few minutes?
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However, if you would like a lifestyle blog, written by a 30-something chap, living in Bath (England), feast your eyes on this.
You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
