Tuesday 19 October 2010

An Improptu Trip to Notts

I have never been as bored as I have today. I awoke at 7am, trying to make the most of my conveted 4 days off without having to complete the same dreary tasks and listen to the dreary Wall or be awake at dreary hours.

However, the whole of today, (well... most of it), has been dreary. Hours upon hours of sitting around, doing nothing in particular. The time was about 2.30pm, and after what seemed like years of perpetual boredom, I decided I needed to make something of my day. I have the money, lets do something.

What I ended up doing, wasn't great. Or very sensible for that matter. I had a strange urge to go to a football match. I looked at the fixture list and saw 2 possibilities. Either Luton Town vs Forest Green Rovers. The sensible option, as it's closer to home and cheaper than the alternative. Nottingham Forest vs Middlesbrough. I chose the latter, and even offered to pay for my friends ticket so I wasn't going alone. Time to make something of my day. I had been to an away match with 'The Boro' once before with Kenny, and it was very good. I was optimistic.

The drive up there was a long one. We got stuck in traffic on those ridiculous M1 roadworks with no one working on them, and no one EVER working on them. Then it thinned out, but we got stuck in more traffic as we hit Nottingham. Probably a stabbist in the middle of the road. When we got there, we had enormous trouble finding the away ticket office. We were sent this way and that, before we finally found it. I asked for 2 adult tickets, as the facial hair meant I couldn't get away with an under-16 ticket, and heard a reply I wasn't expecting...

...."That's £56 then please."

HOW MUCH??? 56 quid?! Considering we've already missed 10 minutes because your stupid staff sent us the wrong way, twice! However, I wasn't prepared to refuse and drive home again so I paid, by card as I didn't have enough cash, and we ran to the gates.

The game itself was a poor one and that's me being kind. Scrappy, poor quality, just dreadful. The Boro striker, Kris Boyd, didn't move an inch and it was generally poor. You know on the TV, when players get subbed, it comes up with a little stat on how far they've run? I.e. Steven Gerrard, 8120m... If Kris Boyd would of got subbed, (which amazingly he didn't), the stat would of read, Kris Boyd: 8m. He was useless. And lazy.

As were Middlesbrough. They lost 1-0 thanks to a fluke of a cross-shot that found it's way in. The sausage roll was poor aswell. And the person who served me it, who gave me £2.30 change when I gave him a tenner and told him the price, because he was too stupid to work it out himself. The whole trip was ridiculous, and I really should have gone to Luton Town. They won 6-1. Damn.

Still, I'm sure it would of been better than if I had not gambled on a match that turned out to be the quality of a sunday league match. I'm sort of happy I took the chance, otherwise I would of considered it a day wasted.

But money wasted? That's a different matter.

Bye x

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