Saturday, 23rd December.
Boring Boring Boro
Today I went to my first match at White Hart Lane - the home
of the Wildly Unpredictable Tottenham Hotspur! (WUTH)
I went with Cam, who I met at the Walkabout a few weeks ago
(it was the only place
I could find that was showing the Australia vs Scotland soccer
match) where he was wearing his Carlton Soccer Club shirt.
Turns out he's a supporter of the WUTH as well.
(I met up with Cam and Damy at a pub on Monday night.
We watched the
WUTH vs Arsenal match, then sat about in the pub pontificating.
The subject turned to the misfortune of Carlton Soccer Club, and
I started getting all angry, just like when people start discussing
the Australia vs Iran World Cup qualifier from November 1997.
So now, Carlton Soccer Club, and the folding thereof, is not to be mentioned
in my presence.)
We found our seats, right at the back of the East Stand.
There was a quartet sitting on my right who could well have been
living in Fulham. They dressed and sounded like it.
The match itself was ridiculously dull, with visitors Middlesborough
intent on gaining a "valuable away point", and the WUTH looking impotent
in attack. Result 0-0. And a
boring 0-0 at that. The match was punctuated only by daft comments
from the twits on my right.
It was not unlike when you go to the cricket
and there's someone in the crowd who doesn't understand the game at
all (not that there's any shame in that...) who sits there for the
whole day asking "Why did they do that? So why didn't they run
then? Who's that? What's he bringing on? Why don't the umpires
change ends too?"