EDitorial ± 22-Sep-2007
Blue Tongue Clan
The Boy said no. Middler was washing her hair. Eldest declined, then executed a Rodney Mullen 180 and said yep, she'd accompany her old Pa to the footy. Didn't go once last season, the shame. Cheaper tickets (two for £20) what with the game being live on MurdochTV. Biked down, locked up, walked confidently to the old Churchman's stand with a good two mins to spare. Informed that no, we needed the turnstiles on the opposite side of the ground. Oops, there goes kick-off. Well done, me.
With various small kids sporting freebie True Blue T-shirts and one guy screaming blue murder at the ref, we sat in the Greene King and enjoyed The Blues wallop The Sky Blues on the same day that bluetongue was found in Baylham. Near Ipswich, said BBC News? It's a good 7, nearly 8, miles away. Unless I've misheard, they say that Felixstowe's Midge Ure might be to blame.
A full 3-0 up at half-time, Pablo "Stella's Cat" Counago on fine form. Some rare breeds on display in the form of two furry horses shaking hooves with the crowd. Makes you think twice about scoffing down a Portman burger with max 30% meat content from DEFRA's Jeffers heifers.
Two more goals in the second half -- corking free kick from Stephen Hughes who, alas, plays for them -- so ended 4-1 to the Agricultural Lads. EIEIEIO, up the Championship table we go. Back along Sir Alf Ramsey Way past Megaphone Man, loudhailing his own football chants. What we call a character.