Monday, 16 August 2010
I Don't Believe It!
Welcome back for the new term everyone.
I have so much to tell you.
We are just back from a caravan holiday in the North West.
And visits to lots of football grounds.
From the Theatre of Dreams to lowly Chester's ground, rising like a phoenix from the ashes.
Combine that with the season kicking off, I'm like a pig in clover.
So much to think, talk and write about.
But of all the drama and stories of this new season - the departures of Martin O'Neil and Steve Coppell, the change of ownership of Leicester City, the 6 -0 pounding of WBA by Chelsea to name but a few - the best has to be the fairy tale start for Hollow Way's brigade.
We visited Bloomfield Road.
It's ..... erm .... all looking a bit nip and tuck over there at the moment.
Builders crawling all over the place, and the ground exposed to the world due to a gaping hole due to become a new stand. (actual photo from ML's phone-taken about 10 days ago)
On Saturday afternoon, My Lover and I listened with one ear phone each to the Five Live commentary of the Wigan Blackpool match on my mini radio, as we enjoyed a lovely cruise across Lake Windemere.
We can both already perform a creditable imitation of IH in a press interview. The trick is to include at least one reference to his wife and one to his dog to sound authentic.
And a bit of "Oooo Arrrrrr" going on of course.
We cheered when Blackpool scored first, to the amusement of our fellow passengers.
We looked at each other open-mouthed when the second went in.
The third merited a punch in the air.
And the fourth was followed by much chanting and whooping with laughter as we drove back to our campsite.
Top of the Premiership, if only for a few hours.
I bet Mr H is covered in bruises from pinching himself the next day.
It's all about as believable as their ground being finished on time.