Sorry to dredge this **** up again but i thought i'd add my own particular tale of woe...
Dont get over to as many games as id like (2 or 3 a season) and due to financial constraints hadnt been over at all yet this season, but when the draw came up, one of my mates who is a forest fan said we should get organised and go. Not too bad, eighty odd quid same day return to Belfast.
Saturday morning arrives and i sleep right through it. After a mad dash to the airport, leaving the house 25 mins before the flight is due to take off, I miss the flight and think "stuff that, i'm away back to bed". But loyalty (however misguided) takes hold and I fork out another £75 to get the next flight. Get to manchester airport for about 12 noon. Not too bad considering. Having arranged to meet my mates in Picadilly, I hop on the bus, which takes about and hour and a half. By now i'm well fooked off. But its City, we could turn up and stick 6 or 7 past forest as easily as get, well you all know what happened.
Finally get to the ground, having been in transit most of the day, don't know the team news. Then it gets announced over the PA and I realise i'm not going to get to see Robbie in action. Well, this can't get much worse can it?
Of course it can....
Then having to travel home with a smug as **** forest fan and a blackburn fan who hates city just to get on my nerves. At least the screaming baby beside my on the flight home drowned out my thoughts....