Leicester 1 – 1 NUFC

Bit of a round trip, and my first visit to the Walkers Stadium. My first impression is that they don’t want anyone to find it. Not a single signpost (road or path) directs you to it anywhere. Shame, as it’s not bad once you find it. Generic “new stadium” but pleasant enough.

Today’s match was Leicester’s 4000th league game, so the match program came in at a hefty four quid. Mind, it also came in at a hefty size and it’s worth a read through. Makes a decent souvenir of a fairly torrid game. The occasion is also likely to have had a positive affect on the attendance – a record for the ground.

Awful weather didn’t help, but in all fairness Leicester’s players were facing the same conditions ours were. The home crowd were pretty quiet aside from the occasional murmur until they went a goal up from what looked like a defensive shambles on our part. One of the guys near me (I was right on the border between home and away fans) responded to chants of “You only sing when you’re winning” with “And we only sing once a month”.

Prior to that, the game took a while to get going. At the end of the first half, I think we were edging it, but the home side took the game to us in the second and deserved their goal. We started to look desparate, even going as far as trying to concuss our own players to gain sympathy. Watching Bernard collapse like a puppet with its strings cut after a ball was hoofed at his head from close range was humorous for a second until we realised how serious it could be.

But with five minutes left (at a guess – the scoreboard clock had reset to zero after Leicester scored), Bobby elected to bring an attacking midfielder – Ambrose – and a junior striker – Chopra – onto the field. Throw everything forward. And blow me, if it didn’t work.

A goalmouth scramble got us the goal we should have scored in the first half, courtesy of Darren Ambrose’s head. Only his second senior goal for the club, if I’m right, the last being number five against FC Basle away in the UEFA Cup.

So honours even, but with Fulham winning, they’ve nestled nicely into fourth with a bit of a lead on us. Blackburn at home on Sunday should be interesting. They’ve got one of the worst defenses going at the moment while we’ve scored 10 goals in the last 3 home games.

Fingers crossed…

Current MP3 playing: Hallowed Be Thy Name by Anton Maiden. Yes, that’s Anton…

Getting There

And some people spend Chrimbo buried in turkey, pud and crap cracker jokes. I’ve been slaving over a hot keyboard to try and make this place a little more personal. Just the graphic banner across the top to work on. Shame my graphic design skills leave a little… erm… lot to be desired.

Let’s see what I can come up with, eh?

Current MP3 playing: Meaning of Life by Disturbed

Layout Update

Hey folks. I got a bit sidetracked this morning and decided to change the appearance of the blog. I had a nip round the web and found that the Official Spiderman Movie web site had some blog templates for Blogger. So I ripped one off, fiddled with it a bit and used that. The Spidey images will disappear once I find something a little better to replace them with.

Hmmm… and I may add a counter to the bottom of the page too…

Bah Humbug

Suppose I should wish you lot a Merry Christmas. Or Yuletide Felicitations. Or something. Mind you, I got what I wanted for Chrimbo. A whole day to myself with no interruptions, annoying phone calls or people insisting I come round for turkey and egg nog.

Miserable? Maybe. But I get so little time to spend with myself that it can be a strain being around people at times. The only annoying thing is that I didn’t get up till midday. Been a few long days recently and, being the kind soul I am, I stayed up till gone 2 this morning to give a friend a lift home from a nightclub.

Taxi fares in Bradford last night were tripled for some reason inexplicable-other-than-by-greed. How many other industries do this for a job that they’d be doing anyway? Has anyone noticed the Esso 24-hour garage on the corner tripling the price of fuel and Mars Bars? What really galls me is that – no racism intended here – virtually every taxi driver round here is Asian and not a Christian anyway, so it’s not like they’re working a religious holiday that infiltrates into their family life or anything.

Mind you, one great point about living in Bradford is it’s probably one of the few places in the UK you can still buy fast food on December 25th. Two years ago, a mate of mine (hi, Hans) was helping me lay a new floor in the kitchen. Yes, on Christmas Day. As a result, the oven was stuck up on the worktop and therefore somewhat unuseable. Come 5:00 and we were both a bit peckish.

So off we go to KFC. Shut. McD’s. Shut. Pizza place up the road. Shut. The two Chinese on the main road. Shut.

On a whim, we headed for Studentville. Anyone who knows Bradford knows that BD7 is about 50% student and 50% Asian. And thanks to the Asian population for not giving a fig about other people’s religious holidays and just opening for business as usual. Take your pick – burgers, pizza, curry… name it. All open!

Oh, and an idea for The Colonel at this time of year – Kentucky Fried Turkey. Come on… it’s got to be a winner!

Happy hols to all you folks out there. I’ve got what I wanted today – I hope you do too.