We Won Something!

Ohhh, I'm not a huge fan of midweek football. Either refereeing or playing, because you are left with 2 problems. 1 - Kick off is usually around the 6pm mark, which means there is huge rush from your whole squad to get from work to football on time, (not that I have that problem...) and, 2 - Given these people will naturally turn up late, you end up playing the last 20 minutes or so in the dark. Seeing that I'm a goalkeeper, this is particularly hazardous, as you only see the ball just as it arrives in front of your own nose.

No, tonight wasn't that bad. We kicked off late as the referee didn't turn up, (despicable!), so there was a big hurrah over who would referee. One of their guys ended up doing it, to a very fair standard I have to admit, and we were eventually free to get going. Get going on a pitch that looked like it had been destroyed by the Top Gear team. Hardly a blade of grass on the damn thing, and diving on concrete does play havoc with skin and bones. We went 1-0 up after about 30 seconds, then fell asleep and conceded 2 within the next 5 minutes, but we eventually came through 5-2 and our "dreams" of promotion are now probable. Not that I give a flying fuck.

I did forget to mention that this game was in Dunton, which is a fair 35-40 minute trek from home. We ended up leaving the place at 8:10, and seeing as I wanted to get home for the weekly pub quiz, while also avoiding the devilishly-placed speed cameras along the A1, I was a frantic Mitten. But I got there in decent time, only missing a few questions, and joined in.

We were fantastic. Ok, we had a team of 8, although the limit is 6, and Ok, 1 of these was the ridiculously clever Mr.Adam Jones, for which we owe a lot of thanks, but we all chipped in at various points and at the 67th time of asking, (probably), we won something! We came a highly respectable joint 3rd, winning a total of £11, split between 8 of us! It worked out at a fantastic £1.38 each, but seeing as it was a matter of pennies, I nicked £2 and we called it quits.

Besides, all of this money was to go to Mr.McDonald. Unfortunately, the post-quiz trip to McDonalds is becoming a habit, and tonight was no different. Well, it was. We got our food, attempting to get as many Monopoly stickers as usual, and then Ridgway went mad. Giving Rob a tenner, he told him to buy 4 things with as many stickers as possible and bring them back. We ended up buying loads of chips, just for the stickers. No one ate the chips, they ended up going in the bin. We really need a life. Desperately!

Tomorrow awaits, and Beddoe has organised some lazy day in Mowsbury Park, given the weather forecast is set for "ridiculously good". Apparently, we're going to meet at 12, which is highly ambitious, given I haven't woken up in the morning, (apart from for football), for about a year! I will try my best though!

Here comes the Summer! (Oh yeah, I had a major nosebleed at the pub earlier aswell, thanks to Mr.Hayfever, but who wants to hear about that?!)