Those of a certain age may remember the 1980s series from Yorkshire Television, Arthur C Clarke’s Mysterious World. Thirteen episodes investigating unexplained phenomena from around the world. If only Sir Arthur was still around as TLF would like to suggest that a fourteenth episode might be in order after the last home game at Clarence Park.
Plenty of subject matter to pack out the episode. Apart from the obvious and perhaps all too predictable mysteries; how did the ref only see fit to award one penalty to the Mighty Saints (not seeing at all in fact)? How did St Albans not score a winner? And how could there only be FOUR minutes of injury time? There were other items that could potentially make it to the long list for the programme.
Why was Adrian drinking TEA?! Ok. No mystery, he’d got food poisoning but at first glance still a shock to the system.
Since when has standing by the outside bar, during the first half been described as, ‘noncing about’? Either way it worked as a exhortation as Julie and I followed Barry’s demands that we make our way toot suite to the terraces.
Where have all the fans gone? One for the boycotters there; never say TLF’s ramblings are not inclusive or topical.j
But top of the pile, is a phenomenon that definitely needs some urgent investigation.
It’s the mystery of the moving crests. What mysterious unearthly powers are behind these strange, supernatural movements? How does that hat crest move from the carefully placed, universally accepted centre-of-forehead positioning to somewhere due east, above the ear?
It can’t be the amount of hair under said hat as this is a close hat encounter of the third kind that both TLF and Lord Barry of Skillett have experienced.
Perhaps it’s down to the number of times the head is buried in the hands as another chance goes begging?
Or maybe when you shout at the match officials with as much gusto and vim as Lord Skillet you actually create momentum in some crazy mash up of the laws of physics and the hitherto unknown laws of knitwear?
The truth is out there.
Scully Fox