Suffolk Shrimper In Dorset
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~ it's the end of another working week (even if it was only four days)
~ I work hard, work can be stressy, when watching SUFC I forget all else and become totally immersed in the occassion of being at a footie match for my club, it may itself become stressy but that doesn't matter, its not work
~ of the anticipation of going to the game, often the best bit, we will have a view what will go on but we simply have no idea what will happen in advance, ever
~ of the trundle down the A12, passing Cuckoo Farm and giving thanks I don't follow that lot, even the unknown of what the traffic will be like and whether I will get there on time
~ it's a Friday eve game, always the best at Roots Hall,
~ of the smell of the place, in partic if its raining
~ I will have a pre-match drink, belch on the bubbles, and make my way to the turnstile
~ I will buy a programme, its naff and the print seems to get smaller as the years pass so I can barely read it, but I buy it 'cause it's what I've always done
~ I will buy a raffle ticket from some nice young Blue Belle who will wish me luck as I wave goodbye to another quid or two
~ I'll take my usual seat, see the usual faces, some new ones, some noisey ones, some plonkers, all will generally be happy to be there
~ the same old blue stanchion will be blocking my view of the spot where Freddy took that free kick from so I'll instantly remember the glory of that time
~ we have a local derby this time to look forward to, maybe up will pop another Richard Cadette to slam in four on his debut, maybe we will be 2-0 down with 20 mins to go and a Crowny wannabe will emerge from the bench to inspire us to victory including a 30 yarder for the winner
and this time we have the added bonus of a new much deserved chant to shout: "Geoff King is a W?@N£%"
Oh happy days. Can't wait
~ I work hard, work can be stressy, when watching SUFC I forget all else and become totally immersed in the occassion of being at a footie match for my club, it may itself become stressy but that doesn't matter, its not work
~ of the anticipation of going to the game, often the best bit, we will have a view what will go on but we simply have no idea what will happen in advance, ever
~ of the trundle down the A12, passing Cuckoo Farm and giving thanks I don't follow that lot, even the unknown of what the traffic will be like and whether I will get there on time
~ it's a Friday eve game, always the best at Roots Hall,
~ of the smell of the place, in partic if its raining
~ I will have a pre-match drink, belch on the bubbles, and make my way to the turnstile
~ I will buy a programme, its naff and the print seems to get smaller as the years pass so I can barely read it, but I buy it 'cause it's what I've always done
~ I will buy a raffle ticket from some nice young Blue Belle who will wish me luck as I wave goodbye to another quid or two
~ I'll take my usual seat, see the usual faces, some new ones, some noisey ones, some plonkers, all will generally be happy to be there
~ the same old blue stanchion will be blocking my view of the spot where Freddy took that free kick from so I'll instantly remember the glory of that time
~ we have a local derby this time to look forward to, maybe up will pop another Richard Cadette to slam in four on his debut, maybe we will be 2-0 down with 20 mins to go and a Crowny wannabe will emerge from the bench to inspire us to victory including a 30 yarder for the winner
and this time we have the added bonus of a new much deserved chant to shout: "Geoff King is a W?@N£%"
Oh happy days. Can't wait
