Hartelpool - Real Football. Real Supporters.

After our epic second German trip it was time to come back down from the dizzy dancing of So gehn die Bochum for a 300 mile drive to Hartlepool on a tuesday night. Is that devotion or what?! (Some would call it plain stupid)

What was actually stupid was that I'd had a prang in my Fiesta a few weeks before and was still travelling with the damage! After a stop off at the Services we got to see the great look of the car.

We also got to inspect Lil'Daves atire for the evening. Leicester shirt as usual but something a lil' different..I'd brought the scarf's from Germany back..The mob walking to the 'Stadium'
And here she was...A bit of free advertising for Tom....After Suuuper Steve put city infront, a somewhat dubious penalty was awarded to the home side and Joel Porter (Mr.Hartlepool) scored after winning it himself.

A lovely dive by Bruno Berner was enough to con-the-ref deep in the second half.. Steve picked up the ball and scored from 12-yards out. We thought we'd done it... Picked up three points. But like good old Leicester we couldn't hang on. A fantastic goal by Monkhouse meant the points were shared.

A bit of a bummer bit still 19-Games-unbeaten! This was the best stuff since the early 70's! So we weren't so down beat after the match.Jager Time!

Scarfes time!A stop off for a bite to eat on the way home revealed jamie's femine side.Yep, that is actually a salad bag from McDonalds...!

I was dead and seriously wondered why I agreed to drive just days after coming back from germany... I may have fallen asleep behind the wheel. *

* I Didn't actually. This is called - 'Face Drive'.

You may remember all entries to the blog finished with a picture of Dave... Well this one doesn't, but its close enough....Dave's cat gets the blue army fever!