There’s a pattern Chez TLF.
It goes like this. TLF being both consultative and also a fan of the early booking, will always check in with TLF as to whether he wants to see this band, that football match, that play. Mr TLF will generally say ‘yes’ and then in the run up to the event, feign surprise that we have tickets (‘you never told me!’ or get cold feet about his attendance.
Satday.
Lionesses v Germany. At Wemberlee. A record crowd for a women’s game in Ingurland is expected.
Cometh the hour cometh the man.
“It looks a bit wet out there.”
“Are you hinting you don’t want to go? I asked you months ago and you were really keen.”
“It wasn’t raining then.”
For all I know it may or may not have been raining when I booked it, but there was no time for faff. TLF pointed to the door and we were on our way to being part of history.
It was very rainy, Ingurland were very poor in patches and no one likes to concede a late goal. BUT it’s Wemberlee. And there is a certain joy in seeing all these young kids (particularly girls), and families having a ball (HOHO!) and not the slightest murmur of “10 German bombers” or any of those other highly witty anthems that seem to be required singing at other fixtures.
TLF’s Wemberlee rule is of course helpful in ensuring an enjoyable time is had by all. Calories don’t count. So bring on the beer, chilli dog, extra-large bag of crisps (bacon fries sadly a neglected delicacy at the national stadium) and over-priced pick n mix.
And it can get even better, because if the Train Gods are smiling on you post-match, there will be a roomy tube train at the Wemberlee Park waiting for you, a fast train to St Albans delayed just enough for you to catch it about two minutes after you get to the station meaning you are in the kebab shop (large mixed doner and chips if you are asking. Chili sauce? Yes please) by 8.45pm.
Thank you Wemberlee, thank you chili dog and thank you train services. Even though he was slightly soggy, Mr TLF was enthused, reflecting on a good day out and providing some post-match analysis.
Oh.
Or maybe it wasn’t down to any of those things but just the small bottle of whiskey that accidentally accompanied Mr TLF to the game and which he felt obliged to consume during the 90 minutes to destroy the evidence.
All of a sudden, the brilliant Ellen White’s twitter handle, @EllsBells, seems very apt.
Still-suffering-a-sugar-rush Fox
National TLF
Bit more football clutter for Mr TLF to moan about
Bit more football clutter for Mr TLF to moan about