A bit like a golden ticket, a hen’s tooth, or perhaps permission to stay in a country you have worked in, contributing to economy etc etc for years (OOH TLF dips a paw briefly into political commentary), a skool nite football pass (SNFP) is not easy to come by. Particularly when the applicant has just spent the previous four nights abandoning Mr TLF/keeping a relationship strong by having separate interests (delete according to your position on TLF absenteeism).

Even with seemingly insurmountable barriers, TLF managed successful negotiations; I await the call from UN to solve all future conflicts although whether bribes of ‘lunch out when we next play at home on a Satday’ will placate deep, historical divisions across the globe I am unsure.
And so, it was that TLF found herself at Clarence Park on a Tuesday night.

Braintree were our guests. Pointless Braintree. No offence meant to the citizens of Braintree, but they were bottom of the whole world. Nil points, zilch, zero and with a goal difference of minus seven. Surely time for the Mighty Saints to get a first win.

Nothing if not generous St Albans City FC.
Braintree left with 3 goals and 3 points.

Other than the development of the real beer stand selling crisps (Lesta’s finest too), two cheeky Stellas on a skool nite and the value for money that was Helen with a very unseasonal glass of sherry, this was the biggest waste of a SNFP ever.
Mr TLF granted it. Can we blame him?

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