Wembley vs Gillingham.
Flew in from USA overnight Friday on a full airplane, so had to sit in the cockpit all night, not a wink of sleep, got to Lancaster Gate hotel, lay on bed, but the pre-match was all over the telly and too excited to sleep, when I couldn't stand it any longer got on the Tube and went to Wembley, walked around for about an hour, met my brother, walked up Wembley Way and into the ground, had great seats, was absolutely knackered and distraught with a few minutes to go and asked my brother if he wanted to leave a minute early so I could get on the tube. He said "NO!" THANK GOD (and I usually NEVER LEAVE EARLY, EVER!) and we spent the next few minutes in ecstasy! Sang until we were hoarse and finally left the ground, got on the Tube back to the hotel, and they were showing the game again on TV, so I watched the whole thing again, went out for a few pints around the corner and sat outside the pub in my City shirt and scarf with a big stupid grin on my face, getting thumbs up, cheers and the like for a few hours. Went back to the hotel, watched the highlights on telly AGAIN and finally fell asleep fully clothed and exhausted. Alarm went off a few hours later, off to Heathrow for flight back to States. Flight full AGAIN, so have to sit bolt upright in cockpit AGAIN for 9 hours! Crew says, "Aren't you the fella who flew in with us, or was that last week?" I say "NO, I just came for a football match!" They look at me like I have a dick sticking out of the top of my head, shake their heads and proceed to tell me how crazy I am, all the while I STILL have a daft grin on my face! I put in a pair of earplugs, strap myself in for taxi out and don't remember anything else until we land in Chicago 9 hours later!
Left on Friday night, home by Sunday Lunch. Best 42 hour "away day" I have ever done!
See you all for the Fulham game (which looks like it might be a Sunday match since we may have a Euro game midweek!)
Cheers!