The Referee's A W****r

.... according to the fans around me on the terrace today. Yes I was there at Home Park, wearing my Leicester City shirt and cheering the boys on.

Interesting to come back and see the comments on Talking Balls. Clearly other fans were disappointed with the relatively lack lustre performance, although there is also a sense of a point is a point, especially away.

Not that the game wasn't without a few dramas, albeit small. There were some fantastic dives by a number of Plymouth players, which in other circumstances would surely have warranted a BAFTA. The referee also attracted some attention from our end as a result of some curious decisions. I was feeling a bit worried several times when I couldn't work out what he had blown his whistle for, only to realise no-one else, including the players, did either. They even sang a special song to him.

Like the Plymouth fan who rang in to Five Live about the match this evening to say the ref had a blinding game, I too had the thought about blind.

Interesting to look around at some of my fellow fans as well. Next to me were two very pretty girls, with LCFC shirts, printed DUMB and DUMBER. Nice one. And then there was Andy Stevens, who sat next to my lover and kept him entertained, allowing me to concentrate on the match. Finally, and most bizarre of all, I saw my lovers double, only a kind of before and after version, with my lover being the before. I did take the opportunity to point out to him the evidence of what too many pies might lead to.

Overall though it was disappointing. There were some flashes - moments when they seemed in control and working together but I have to say I have come away feeling the Premiership is still a very distant dream.

Leicester 'Til I Die

I've lost my virginity. As far as going to watch Leicester City Football Club is concerned anyway.

What a day. I had the most fantastic time. So much to talk about - the game, the fans, the pies. I hardly know where to start.




The Game

We won. 1 - 0. Although it should have been 2 - 0 because in the second half one of our players shot at goal and as the goalie saved it he and the ball went over the line. Plain as day from where I was sitting. But the referee did not seem to see it and the goalie was only too happy to kick it away as soon as possible. The Foxes had most of the play although Barnsley did rally for a while after we scored. Man of the match for me was Shaun Newton.

The Fans

"Leicester 'til I die". They sang. They clapped. They cheered. They chanted. They sang songs about how wonderful Leicester are. They sang songs about how poor the support for the opposition was. They sang songs about Leeds getting relegated. If I had been one of those Foxes it would definately have spurred me on and given me confidence. Shame about the idiot we saw trying to damage the seats. Still the fans controlled themselves well when at the end some of the Barnsley fans rushed onto the pitch. Quite a lot of them as a matter of fact. More idiots.

The Pies

It's not just a myth. Pies everywhere. Kiosks that only sell lager and pies at the stadium. People eating pies all around me. Out of the foil with a fork. But best of all, on the way to the match, the biggest cakes and pies I have ever seen in a Barnsley shop. It was like food for giants. Huge sausage rolls. Massive iced buns. And the biggest custard tarts I have seen in my life.

No wonder Barnsley lost. It is quite clear they eat too many pies.