This Saturday at 3 o’clock I will be on a boat out on Lake Michigan fishing with some buddies. We have a very early start, 5am or something equally ridiculous, but at 9am Chicago time my mind will once again turn to the Valley. A place of worship I have attended since I was 8 years old. A time only interrupted when a piece of A4 paper told us that we had to spend future Saturday afternoons at that shit hole next to Sainsburys. Once again I will be relying on text messages & probably god as we look to forget the awful display last Saturday.
I have booked my flights however to be back for the Aston Villa game next week. I will fly overnight on Tuesday and will go via Cincinnati to arrive at Gatwick on Wednesday morning in readiness for my first use of my season ticket. Not bad – that’s only working out to be 17 quid per game so far!