Sometimes it is just not meant to be.
Having successfully negotiated a Bank Holiday Monday football eggstravaganza (sorry), with a free pass to the full Hemel away experience (meet pub 10am for breakfast and pint, cab to somewhere for more beer, walk to ground for 1pm kick off) my plans were scuppered by the intervention of Storm Katie. Clearly not a football fan, she had rained her little heart out, leaving Hemel’s pitch waterlogged and Mr TLF gutted that his free day at home was now being invaded by a bored TLF.
To be honest a small part of me was relieved. To be precise the digestive system part of me was relieved. It seems that the Easter Egg and Stella diet adopted on Easter Sunday is not to be recommended and my system was breathing a sigh of relief (or it might have been wind) that a day free of bacon, sausage and fried egg with a side order of lager was now off the menu. The rest of me was feeling a a bit miffed, a bit football-lite. I had forgone the Satday fixture (which the Mighty Saints won 3-1 – good spot TLF!) precisely so I could go to Hemel and had managed to sleep through Jamie Vardy’s first goal for Ingurland. Still there was always football with next door’s dog….
All set for kick off
Referee!
Match abandoned
Or not.
Match abandoned Fox