Yeovil on a monday night!

Thanks to Mr.Murdoch and SKY TV, we faced the prospect of spending a Monday evening in January on an open Terrace in The middle of nowhere (Better known as Yeovil).


I'd agreed to drive to this (don't know why) a while back seeing as there really isn't any other way It could be done!

A meet up with The chaps in Tom's car was done, and after a quick stop off at the services we were on our way at sunset!

In my car was JamieDave & MikeyAnd a last minute addition of James (C-Man) who despite having an exam the next morning at uni, text me on the saturday whilst we were up north watching Coalville in the FA Vase asking if I had a spot!

He did bring along some exam notes but I'm not sure they got much of a look over!

Oh & of course, I was in my car too!Somehow Tom got lost following me and ended up heading through Bristol and towards Bath! He did make it eventually, just 20 minutes after KO!

We arrived in Yeovil with plenty of time, parked just off the industrial estate that the ground is on, inside a little housing estate. We arrived at the ground, took up our place on the terrace, and met up with the usual DIEHARD awayers.The ground was pretty basic, not a shed, but nothing fancy either.
As you can see the spot we picked on the terrace wasn't great, with the crossbar blocking a good section of the goal!Our end had no roof, but it did have a scoreboard ! !

I think Yeovil take the award for Shittest mascot!Jamie flies the VfL Bochum flag.
Fez turned up with the flag which resulted in lots of flagdance (See later on)

Anyway, to the match.

Our team looked quite good, although you couldn't tell due to the rubbish view. Mark Davies was immense and we looked like we'd be holding onto a solitary 1 goal lead given to us by Big steeve! This was untill Joe Mattock, for once, showed why he's highly rated and put us 2 up.

A nice little terrace surge ensued in the goal celebrations and lots more flag dancing. A 2-0 win to send us even further ahead of MkMongs and silly points clear at the top! Good times.

We made our way around the ground to have a look in their club shop afterwards. This is quite unsual for our lot and we were even more surprised when the shop was just a shed.

The 'shed' did have probably the most impressive collection of programmes you'll ever see though!It was only untill after the match we realised that Sky had shown us dancing with the flag on TV! Not only this but the LCFC offcial website had put pictures up too!

Chris, Katy, Joe, Dave & C-Man (Hiding at the back!) become "famous"
Katy, Dave, Fez, Jamie & Me right at the back get a slice of the action!
Here's a freeze frame from the TV!

And this is what it looked like underneath!
The Journey home was just as eventfull as the rest of the day. After trying to take a shortcut to avoid the traffic we ended up going the long way through Bristol, a quick stop off for Petrol and food and we passed a local Topps Tiles 'shop'!C-Man picked up some Walkers Sensations crisps, C-Man and the Sensations (50's Band?)

We somehow ended up going under Brunel's Clifton Suspension Bridge which looked VERY impressive at night.

Because of our de-tour via Bristol the team coach had got infront of us on the way home. Some superb driving by me caught them up.

Not sure the players appreciated us beeping and waving scarfes out the window. Big Steve was probably tucking into a 6-pack of Newcy Brown and the rest were probably trying to sleep!One last service stop for a visit to the little boys room and to get some much needed drinkAnd that was it, Bobs your uncle..

Palace - The Once a Season Away Day

Even when we aren't in the same division, we somehow seem to get Palace away. And thank god. The hype leading up to this in our group was massive.



An epic drinking session had been promised.



A 1 O'clock start in the Spoons was in order where the Jelly Baby's where ordered:
As well as the San Miguel's (Can't argue with a quid a bottle!):Oh and a few shots of Jager for good measure.As with all Palace aways, there is only one way to get there. TRAIN! Even if it means getting back at silly o'clock.


Joining me was Jamie & Lil'Dev:Ched, Joe & Potter:A few tins of Red Stripe for Pauuul:Stella for Dave:I was clearly already under the infulence!It was a good journey and we had comical moments with dave trying cheds glasses on (Flying scarf too)Cheds reaction:NoLips Paul:Bit of Trainspotting sir?
We arrived at St.Panras. The home of London aways!Champagne Bar:Statue Photos:We headed to Leicester square where we would meet up with the group in Tom's car:We met up for a good ol' Maccies.



Bert, Lofty and Shaun where all in Tom's car:Casuals:Paul and Wee dave tuck in:Shaun's footwear for the evening:A short walk down the road to the Leicester Square spoons!

More Jager was in order:And More Miguel's!
Tom, Shaun and Bert looking slightly tipsyWe met up with Sussex Fox in the pub:As well as Fox in Essex ( Dave ) who joined in with a few songsLil'Dave has more beer :OThe night gets a bit patch here onwards for me after drinking Polish lager and Jagerbombs for a few hours. We left the pub in groups but just outside was Will Smith's premiere for Seven Pounds:We all met up again at Victoria station where we met FezAnd Monk:

And had some more drinks! We also met Alex somewhere along the line! (patchy memory!)

It was a short (atmosphere) train ride to get to Palace, Shaun has some time out to read the local rag:
C-Man and Smuts join us:
How we got to the stadium I don't remember much of either but I do remember it being very empty and cold.We weren't in the usual away end (Pictured below) so the atmosphere was horrifcally poor, much to my displeasure.

We met up with Lisa and co. from FT

A couple of my Barnet supporting mates joined me to, but again, I don't really remember much.

Sporoni did recieve a fair wedge of abusive, one-sided banter too, I've been told!

After a woefull performance from fans & Team we were out of the FA cup for another year. Ah well, at least we're doing good in the league for once! You can't have it all.

After the match is patchy too. Wee Dave & Tom's lot headed to Westminster whilst I headed to the pub somewhere.

We got the last train home which took a stupid amount of time to get home, so everyone was verrrry tired

We got back to Leicester at Silly O'clock and realised we had no way to get back to our villages really so we got a Taxi and stayed the night at Daves house.A good day, shit match. The usual.