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Worst Awaydays...
Reading at Elm Park on Boxing Day in our title winning year...
Started badly when travel coordinator (not me!) screwed up by not knowing that no trains running...
After much discussion we decided to get a taxi there - only minicab available - a horrible nissan sunny with more rust than bodywork. Somehow all 4 of us managed to clamber inside and after much negotiation as to the fare we began our journey to hell. Then the driver casually mentions picking up his wife to drop her at work 'on the way' - no problem says us without realising that 4 strapping great lads into the back seat of a Nissan just doesnt go (well not without one hell of a squeeze anyway)
Finally arrived at Caravan Central (Reading) - Got very very very drunk on pernod&black (the naivety of youth eh?) in a horrible Irish pub...
then ate 11 (yes eleven!) cheeseburgers at the salmonella ridden van on the terraces...
it was foggy (you couldnt see further than the halfway line)
and then we lost 1-0 to an awful scuf-in from Trevor Bloody Senior...
to top it all off our "driver" who we had booked for the return journey had decided to spend his waiting time in the aforementioned grotty boozer and was virtually incapable of standing let alone walking which led to a very nervous journey back down the M4 to civilisation.......
Not one of my better away days...
Started badly when travel coordinator (not me!) screwed up by not knowing that no trains running...
After much discussion we decided to get a taxi there - only minicab available - a horrible nissan sunny with more rust than bodywork. Somehow all 4 of us managed to clamber inside and after much negotiation as to the fare we began our journey to hell. Then the driver casually mentions picking up his wife to drop her at work 'on the way' - no problem says us without realising that 4 strapping great lads into the back seat of a Nissan just doesnt go (well not without one hell of a squeeze anyway)
Finally arrived at Caravan Central (Reading) - Got very very very drunk on pernod&black (the naivety of youth eh?) in a horrible Irish pub...
then ate 11 (yes eleven!) cheeseburgers at the salmonella ridden van on the terraces...
it was foggy (you couldnt see further than the halfway line)
and then we lost 1-0 to an awful scuf-in from Trevor Bloody Senior...
to top it all off our "driver" who we had booked for the return journey had decided to spend his waiting time in the aforementioned grotty boozer and was virtually incapable of standing let alone walking which led to a very nervous journey back down the M4 to civilisation.......
Not one of my better away days...
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