The Derelicts

Money?

Check.

House keys?

Check.

Sat Nav?

Check.

Home shirt?

Check.

Scarf in back window?

Check.

And we were off.

Despite the odd hiccup (such as finding the greasy spoon cafe recommended by my friend Sandy derelict!), we got to the Walkers in time for me to purchase a Foxes badge for my cap and one of those thingys that goes on the top of your aerial.

The first half was something of a disappointment with the Foxes struggling to keep possession and string anything together. Going in at half time one goal down seemed to galvanise them, however, and the second half offered much more of a spectacle. Particularly Dicov's goal less than a minute after he joined the game.

Shame we only drew in the end. Some might argue thanks to the referee, who made a number of very questionable decisions, mostly against us, including the free kick that led to their goal.

I can hear you saying "That's right, blame the ref" but trust me it was a shocking display. Being quite new to football I sometimes struggle to spot infringements even when given by the ref. But I saw 3 blatant handballs, a number of free kicks and throw-ins given the wrong way and a clear penalty ignored.

As derelict as that cafe.

Which explains the resounding chorus of "One Nil to the referee" after Colchester scored.

Better Than Sex?

So there I was.

After a rather traumatic journey to Leicester (from Gloucestershire via Derbyshire and Nottinghamshire - don't even go there!), and a 20 minute dash at the hotel to unpack and put my glad rags on, I walked through the doors.

The Walkers Stadium.

Moaning as my colleagues dragged me off the carpet whilst I kissed the embedded LCFC badge.

Gasping as I walked along the photo-adorned corridors full of Foxes' teams and past star players.

Gazing into the eyes of Gary Lineker as he stared out at me from the wall.

Whimpering as I looked out into the dark at glimpses of the beloved turf.

I was in such ecstasy I could have howled at the moon.

An experience better than sex?

Well being a lady I couldn't possibly say.

Life Or Fiction?

Sometimes life is stranger than fiction.

Dennis Wise is now being hailed as a saviour. Apparently taking your team from the Championship into Division 1 and being the manager of a club who can't pay their players for weeks is a good thing.

Even more bizarrely, a referee, Danny McDermid, who used abusive and/or insulting words to Wise last month is in trouble. Since when has it been a crime to say what everyone else is thinking?

On the BBC website it states of Saturday's match at The Walkers "Barnsley continued to play the more attractive football". What match was that reporter at?

What's more, the conclusion in that commentary is that The Foxes won because they had no manager?

No wonder I'm confused.

The Punditry Of Pies And Parkas

Clearly my reputation as an emerging football pundit has reached further than I realised. When I arrived at The Walkers today there was Sky Sports waiting to interview me!

Seriously they did! And it was screened, because I had a bemused phonecall from my stepson later in the afternoon who had just seen it.

I was asked about my views on Megson and what we might want in a new manager etc. And there was me in my LCFC shirt, new LCFC scarf, dodgy parka and hair all over the place.

Just goes to show a girl can never be sure when stardom will strike and should be prepared at all times. If I had known I was going to be on TV I might at least have tried to show a bit of cleavage.....

Anyway back to the match.

I have to say that whilst you might argue I am hardly an expert (this is only my third live match), today was the best I have seen the Foxes play. They weren't perfect by any means and Barnsley were not the most challenging side. Nevertheless, there were times when play got exciting enough for me to leap to my feet and shout/cheer/applaud. Being in the Kop meant I had a great view of the two goals too (see picture above of Kisnorbo's goal)

To add to it my lover and I shared the headphones for his little radio and listened to the commentary on Radio Leicester. For a girl new to the game like me it was a really useful way to learn as I went along, whilst still getting the atmosphere of being at a live match.

Having taken a quick look at Talking Balls my fairly positive views seems to be at odds with the fans posting there. I stand by them though. I have had a great day out. And I am famous!

PS: My first pie experience proved a disappointment - as you can see from the picture