El Crapico

After the event and sudden breakthrough of a successful afternoon, I hadn't thought about tonight's game at all. I had been looking forward to it all week, but the events of earlier almost threatened to overshadow the spectical of a local derby, despite ending up a dire match.

I suppose being chronological will make sense. I woke up fairly late, as I have slipped back into an awful sleeping pattern, of which I need to fix, and thought nothing of today. That was until I got a text from Saggers telling me had a possible job opportunity. Now... I wasn't entirely hopeful. This gentleman doesn't exactly always tell the truth and has a reputation of being a bit of a "bullshitter", despite his ability to get me the job at BP, which, at the time, was desperately needed. This job sounded too good to be true aswell. 25 hours per week, (not constant and time consuming), sports coaching, (exactly what I'm going to uni for), for a 6-month contract, (taking me all the way up to uni through the Summer). It sounded perfect, but I had my reservations. I told myself I wouldn't get my hopes up.

I still went along. Saggers seemed to think it was all through the Job Centre, so we headed down there, weaving in and out the alcoholics and the drug users and queued up behind the obvious illegal immigrants and the Poles until we were met by a tall, bald man who looked as confused as I was. Upon being told the name of the company, he went off and supposedly did a bit of digging and came back none the wiser. At this moment, I was thinking, "You were right not to get your hopes up". I wasn't going to give up easily though, so went down to this place and saw the woman running it herself.

It turns out, these positions are only for people on Jobseeker's, (i.e. not me!) But, she took my details and relevant experience anyway and said she will do her best to skirt round the benefits issue. So, it's in the balance. I should be finding out soon. Fingers, toes and everything else crossed.

I had a few hours to waste, which included being a taxi to the Mother and Sister Mitten. The customary trip to pick Mother Mitten up from work plus a supposed trip to the train station to pick up Sister Mitten. A lack of communication then occurred, but it didn't matter loads despite me sounding quite angry at being shipped around the busy streets of Bedford. Still, back in good time to leave for the main event.

It was dubbed by the Referee's Secretary as 'El Classico', seeing as it was a local derby, but it turned out to be 'El Crapico'. Tiny, the referee, (sorry Brian, but you are small!), diffused any situation before the match had even started, but there wasn't really any need. I was quite nervous before we started, using Buzzer Flags for the first time ever only gave me something else to think about, but the nerves vanished as soon as it became a non-game. It was quite possibly the best-behaved match I've seen this season. This matched with the differing qualities of the two sides meant an easy win for Kempston and an easy night for us. I'm not certain the amount of decisions I needed to make reached double figures and as soon as you could say, "Goal", the match was over and done with. Another one bites the dust.

I'll be sure to tell you how this job thing goes. It could swing either way, but if it goes well... I will be a happy Mitten. And it's not often we hear that phrase very often!