My thoughts on a weekend to remember.
Arrived in time to put a lot of faces to names prior to the flag game in Richmond Park. I wanted to get down the smoke in time for this as I knew a lot of the long serving board members would be there. Got to meet the guys I've been agreeing with, arguing with and jousting with in fantasy games over the past few years. Added bonuses were the lovely cheerleaders (especially when they had no qualms about having their photo taken with a big old ape like me) and being encouraged to play a couple of snaps on D against the Buc Power "ringers" even though it was obvious that if we were gonna turn the game around then we really needed our best players in all the time. Thanks guys
After a u-turn filled journey to drop some of the guys at Barnes station (eventually found it down a leafy little lane) endured an hour long stop/start drive to the digs at the Green Man. A quick turn around ensued before meeting LuckyTucker, HullPatriot101 and his mate, the jammy Giants fan, Gareth in the bar for a swift 'un while waiting for the minicab (30 mins late) to arrive. Another hour long journey to the Sports Cafe followed.
The Sports Cafe do was fine really, as a few have said before a more open-plan venue would have been better suited but I suppose if you want the bigwigs to show you have it somewhere they're able and willing to get to. It was a good night and to see the smile on Stumaloo's face when he won the big one was worth the price of admission (sic) alone. As the passive Welshman pointed out earlier the only thing that took a slight shine off of things was that bloody Patriots security jobsworth who upset several harmless folk, myself included. If I was twenty years younger I'd have taken him outside and resurfaced the Haymarket with him, the obnoxious little slaphead
Another cock-up on the cab front meant that the Green Man crew's plan for a few brews back at the digs fell through. After an hour long wait for a minicab we'd phoned at just after 10 we decided to hail a black cab at 11.15 and sod the expense (and let me tell you that was a big decision for 4 Yorkshiremen and a Scotsman ). Think the Green Man bar was still open when we finally got there but we were exhausted to a man and I'm pretty sure we all hit the sack.
Game day morning arrived and I spent some time hanging with and chatting to various UK Pats before heading to Cafe 2000 for a brunchtime rendezvous with that fat bloke off the telly. Back up "that bloody hill" to the Green Man which by now was heaving. Chatted with an ever growing contingent of UK Pats from both sides of the pond and a cantankerous old git from Spain whose name escapes me (only kidding Teddy baby). Nice to find out that I'm only the 2nd biggest UK Patriot, Waspie takes those honours
On to the game itself. My first time at either Wembley and I've gotta say it's pretty impressive. One thought struck me though. Why is it ok for women to use men's toilets at gigs yet I didn't see one bloke dare to enter the ladies at Wembley despite the horrendous queues! The game itself was a bit of a lacklustre affair if truth be told. I was sat next to Swindon and when we went 14-0 up I said to him there's no way we lose this now as there's no way the Buccs will score 14 points. Mind you the Pats D needs to stop getting teams into 3rd and long situations and then giving up 20+ yard plays. Still it was great to see our heroes in the flesh and cheer WWW as he racked up those fantasy points for me eh Chris
Spent half an hour after the game exploring every possible eatery at the bottom of Wembley Hill Road before plumping for an Indian restaurant. We sat, we waited, we got ignored. We decided to leave and ended up having a very nice donner kebab from the American Grill just across the road. Back up "that bloody hill" for a few post game pints at the Green Man where I had the unenviable pleasure of meeting the gobshite who is NEArmy Jeez that bloke can rattle for England wish I could have gotten my hands on whatever he was on
LuckyTucker (Symon), HullPatriot101 (Dwayne) and me were the last men standing at the Green Man when the staff switched the outside lights off at a little past midnight. Climbed the wooden hill to my room just in time to see Merriweather make the pick 6 on the BBC highlights show. Watched the rest of that and then hit the hay to enjoy sweet dreams of a sweeeeeeeet weekend
Thanks to everyone (except that psycho security guy) for making it a very special weekend
Ooops! My thoughts seem to have turned into a diary blog. But what the heck I can always revisit this post when my memories start to fade. That happens at my age you know
P.S. I've just found out that the most emoticons you can add to a post on here is 10. I'd used about 17 I think so had to go about reducing them before my post was accepted ;-) Can't stop me doing that though or this :-)