…It’s a pleasant walk from the city centre to Meadow Lane, through some pretty streets, along the river and past a Hooters. I went in there with a mate once who made me swear that I’d never tell his wife that we were there. For some reason people think it’s a strip club, rather than a sub-par version of TGI Fridays. Presumably there’s one in Nottingham to capitalise on the stag party scene, with men flocking from far afield to realise the oft-spoken fact of there being 8 times more women than men in the city is actually an urban myth.
On my walk I bumped into two fans. They were clad in black and white, scarves proudly on display and talking excitedly about the game. Except they weren’t speaking English, but Italian. We all know the association between Juventus and Notts County from eons ago, but I was genuinely surprised to see two Juve fans attending the game. I tried to chat with them about it but neither spoke any English and my Italian stretches as far as telling a policeman than a child has stolen my wallet (the only phrase I can remember that I uttered during a trip to Naples). Was a shame, but we shook hands and bonded briefly over football.
Media man Jamie had retweeted something I’d written about attending the game, so I had a few tweets from County fans to read through. Most suggested that the real comedy was on the pitch at the moment, and one suggested that I bring a noose to the game. Could it really be that bad? I was at least going to the first home game of a new era of management at the club, with Shaun Derry installed as the gaffer. I’ve always liked him, mainly because he’s spent the last few years patrolling midfields with the swagger and hair of Paul Weller….
