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A strange sort of day in the field: we played pretty well against Fulham and Notts County, but were also disappointing in patches. We got in behind defences often enough, but failed to carve out decent goalscoring chances and, when we did, we generally minced them. A further setback was an ankle injury sustained by porntastic midfielder, Lanie "Llama" Stan against Notts County.
Anyway, since there were precious few highlights on the pitch, here's the highlights from the rest of the day:
-David and Banjo going off up the M69 in search of Cambridge. Not dissimilar to a car full of players disappearing down the M45 in search of Huddersfield in 2002. So much for my instructions to head toward the rising Sun.
-The clamorous reception from other teams when I did the rounds with a bottle of winter warmer.
-The testicular cancer lady. God loves a trier, but she was trying to persuade people to stump up a quid for the day's programme whilst stood next to the Cambridge Trust Fund barbeque which was doing great business. My suggestion that she install a rival barbeque franchise and called it "Testicle Burgers" earned me an old-fashioned look. Better yet was when she tried to establish some common ground with Ross by making mention of the fact that her husband used to support coventry. When Ross (inevitably) demanded to know why he'd given up, she patiently explained that he hadn't given up, he'd died of testicular cancer. Another nasty outbreak of foot in mouth in the flatlands...
-The Bournemouth keeper(Adie?) presenting me with his Lucky Away Shirt: "We got relegated in it. I was going to give it to a Charity for homeless South African kids, but I reckon you need it more."
-The solemnity of our Notts County pre-match team talk being irreparably shattered when we caught sight of the old geezer who was down to referee the game ("Look at those glasses! They're double glazed!") Appearances can be deceptive. Or not, sometimes.
-Having the best team entry in the programme. Whilst other teams had penned disappointingly earnest accounts of who their best players were (as if they were household names, forsooth,) I'd plumped for the following tomfoolery:
That pretty much covers the day for me, other than to wish a speedy recovery to the Inca Llama and also Sam, who missed the day with an ankle injury.