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…I walked from Norbiton station to the ground just as the City game kicked off. My phone soon buzzed to reveal a message that read “what a start” from my Dad. Well, this could mean anything so I asked him to elaborate – City had scored after 47 seconds. My Dad can’t spell “Ulloa” because the difference between spelling and correct Spanish pronunciation baffles him. I think he typed his name as “Uoohchuhuoaaah”.
I also had time on my walk to think about the plight of Cheltenham Town, already relegated out of the league. I watched them more than any club last season (three times) and I found their fans to be really good people. I sincerely hope that they bounce straight back, and they’ve at least got a manager with good pedigree in Gary Johnson. I spotted a fair few of their fans on my stroll, and it was encouraging that they took so many supporters to their final game of such a disappointing season.
I collected my tickets from a small Portakabin before meeting Paul. I pulled out my phone to get my confirmation and the nice lady said “don’t need it love, just your surname”. What a pleasant thing to see, a bit of trust that I wouldn’t be after anyone else’s tickets! That is very rare these days, bearing in mind how many clubs have asked me for ID when buying tickets at the ground on the day of a game in case I was there to cause trouble. I’m obviously not, but I can understand why people sometimes jump to conclusions, what with me being a tattooed skinhead and all. It’s only if you look closer at the tattoos and you realise that they’re all daft and that I’ve only got a shaven head because my hair is falling out.
The club shop is another small building, and it’s clear to see that the current Wimbledon kit is GORGEOUS. Not only are they sponsored by every supporters favourite waste of time – Football Manager – but it’s a lovely blue with awesome 1980s style pinstripe AND it’s made by Admiral. My first ever Leicester kit was made by Admiral, so the memories it brought back were fantastic. I had to stop myself from buying it. I’m thinking about going online and buying it now. It’s a truly smashing kit, only rivalled by the Forest Green Rovers away shirt….
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