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What a fucking shambles and I don't mean the journey there.
That was more fun.
Scene: Interior of car, which is travelling along the M1. There are road works. There is no hard shoulder.
BRM: "Do those windscreen wipers look slow to you?"
Damo: "Yeah, they do"
BRM: "Fuck"
Damo: "Why's the stereo turned off?"
BRM: "Fuck, the gauges aren't working. Fuck. The seat belt lights are coming on. Lads. This is not good."
Damo: "Pull over into the works exit"
Car pulls over, engine is not running.
In the distance a car starts to approach. Car arrives. Hanging off the rear view mirror is a Forest tree.
Damo: "oh for fuck's sake!"
In the end, the car got towed to the services, Mark picked two of us up. Ramaye provided suitable updates, we parked the car in the B+W sports shop car park.
Got tickets. Arrived. Got in. The Leicester fans looked lively. Looked at the score board
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKK.
1-0.
There then followed 60 odd minutes of the most abject shit I've had to watch or listen.
Miles Addison looked incapable of playing football and the ball looked like a hand grenade that he thought was going to explode. What has happened to him?
Barker: solid but no pace.
Savage: get to fuck. Seriously. Get to fuck.
I couldn't understand why Bueno wasn't on from the start/start of the second half.
"oh dear. well. that was obvious wasn't it? how much space? he couldn't not finish that"
"Board out!" = Who else in?
"Yanksout!" = Who else in?
"Where's the money gone?"= What money? What money do you think we had
The 10 minute lament of "We are Derby, Super Derby" saw two under 10s standing up giving it some. Poor little bastards, they're fucked.
I particularly liked the inventive attitude of the bloke who "invaded" the pitch and fronted up to the Leicester fans. I was fucking appalled at the display out there, but I thought the way he both looked "hard" and "frustrated" and got himself a ban from the stadium for a bit, thereby not having to watch that lumpen shit again was particularly clever. Even down to the ineffective big arms and kicking the hoardings.
80 minutes gone, potentially 15 to play, the ground starts emptying.
Full time: the boos start.
The rules were not being observed.
Thanks to:
Andy: By the train journey home, I was severely fucked off. Sorry if I didn't engage in more train conversation, and what I did engage in may have been in bad spirits.
Mark: Fantastic driving and collecting skills. Good football chat while standing the whole match in good seats. In the "rowdier" section.
Richie: Fantastic driving skills, calm when faced with a potential disaster, and also a sense of humour when indicating "commandos could come out of those trees".
Ramaye: Brilliant car park advice, nice running commentary.
All in all:
5/10