Not having a final pint before leaving Hendon and getting on the coach and thinking I can make it back to Maidstone without a pit stop, epic fail, Cobham services are pleasant and they have a Greggs
“ What is a club in any case? Not the buildings or the directors or the people who are paid to represent it. It’s not the television contracts, get-out clauses, marketing departments or executive boxes. It’s the noise, the passion, the feeling of belonging, the pride in your city. It’s a small boy clambering up stadium steps for the very first time, gripping his father’s hand, gawping at that hallowed stretch of turf beneath him and, without being able to do a thing about it, falling in love"
Fool your neighbours into thinking you have a ferocious pet by going and recording a big dog barking at Battersea dogs home and playing it in your house before running out screaming, wearing trousers with a hole ripped out of the bottom.
Warm Regards from the Darling of the Messageboards who has seen a verifiable 204 different teams play at home.