Category Archives: Match days

Part 1 Don’t go breaking my hart Oh okay. Fine then. Go ahead. Break it, tear it into small pieces and then stamp on it just a little bit. It is Sunday, TLF has wiped all reports of the mighty … Continue reading →

The bard and other have some great one liners about ingratitude. Some of them have some quite long-liners too but there’s only so much room for the title. Clearly the fickleness of the football crowd has been around since the … Continue reading →

Tis the season to be jolly Well…..from a footballing and Clarence Park point of view perhaps not that jolly. More like a bleak midwinter. I arrive for our home game against Margate, already in my own little grumpy TLF world … Continue reading →

Once upon a time in a Void far far away a young TLF (who back then probably didn’t even know where St Albans was, nevermind that one day she’d live there) shared a house with her old University friend Wilko. … Continue reading →

“We’re all going on a summer holiday No more worries for a week or two We’re going where the sun shines brightly..” Except we’re weren’t. It was not the summer. It was day trip. There was no converted London double … Continue reading →

As my Gran used to say. She also used to say ‘has the school bell rung?’ when I wiped my runny nose on my sleeve and ‘well I go to our house’ for reasons that were never clear, but there … Continue reading →

At long last, the time had come. A seaside TLF trip to watch the mighty Saints. And what a destination; no faded front for me, no sleepy genteel retirement village, no mile of mud between you and the water. Nope, … Continue reading →

For some time now your average, bemused-by-all-the-results Lesta City fan was under the impression that ‘to lose’ was a sausage hailing from the Midi-Pyrenees of France. Not since 29 April had the mighty Foxes experienced defeat and even then we … Continue reading →