Oh What a Horrible Day!

I really can't explain totally why this was the case. All I can say is that Bolton are up 'there' so they must be doing something right. Bolton had already played Man Ure and The 'Arse' and not lost and now it was our turn. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Bolton 'nicked' a win last season, after being a goal behind, scoring the winner right at the death albeit from King Johns own goal. Funny how the events of yesterday transpired almost to the point of duplication. As I said I can't really explain the feeling.

I wasn't looking forward to travelling to the game. I don't drive to football. Too much traffic and with Xmas fast apporaching, I would have to deal with all that as well. Plus I like to have a few beers. The main reason why I wasn't looking forward to travelling to the game, the District Line was closed and I knew I had to endure a round the houses journey to Fulham Broadway, and what a nightmare that was. I caught the earlier train to London hopefully to compensate for the extra time to get to Fulham Broadway. Then from London Bridge, catch the Jubilee Line to Green Park and judging by the huge throng of fellow travellers waiting on the platform it appeared that they hadn't been a train for a considerable period of time, and when one did arrive, seriously it was like sardines in a tin. Then there was Green Park to negiotate. A station desgined not to be friendly with its travellers. Funny that considering Green Park is used by thousands of commuters daily during the week. Thank God I am not one of them. Only TFL/LU know why but from the Jubilee Line platform, direct access to the Piccadilly Line to catch the train to Earls Court was closed. This meant that we had to weave no fight our way up the moving stairs to the ticketing hall and come back down to the Piccadilly Line that way. But lol and behold, again only TFL and LU know the reason why, access to the platform was closed and there isn't hardy any room to cater for hundreds and hundreds of travellers jumping off one fast moving stair to walk round onto the other platform to get access to the correct platform. As I say only TFL/LU know the reasons why. Then finally when you get to Earls Court, you have to negiotate another set of narrow pedestrain walkways and narrow stairwells, and people with no commonsense blocking your right of way to the platform at the stair entrance.

On arrival at Fulham Broadway it was seriously tipping it down with rain and continued to do so right up to the point of leaving the Pub to go to the game. On arrival at the ground, an announcement was made that due to serious congestion in the area the game's kickoff would be delayed by thirty minutes. My nervousness at the beginning of the day was getting worse with all that had been before me and now it had reached a certain point of boiling.

Even though we went into a quick lead, I shouted and sang, shouted and sang, I tried to forget the feeling, but it was so hard. The only time I felt respite was when Tiago flicked in from Duff's and Robben's corner routine to put the boys 2-0. It really was the first time I felt I could relax. But the time didn't last to long as Bolton went and pulled one back some five or six minutes later. The rest is history and not worth repeating. Had Eidersson's shot gone in instead of hitting the bar, I doubt very much if I would be sitting here writing this now.

All I could do next was to find solace in a few pints of lager and hope that they would be enough to numb the thought of the journey home.

OH WHAT A HORRIBLE SATURDAY!!