Pre match venimus, vidimus, vicimus in The Playhouse.
Aite geez! It's good to be back on the road. Innit. Literally.
I love this time of year.
When every football fan is full of boundless optimism.
Today 72 versions of HMS Piss the League set sail on their annual 9 month journey.
Will ours be a sleek, fast schooner built to withstand the inevitable stormy waters, or will it be a rusty old bilge bucket that disappears without trace before the summer is out.
11th visit to the middle of nowhere stadium.
Recent visits have not been happy ones.
Maybe we are due a win here.
Won't be any surprises from a Garner side.
With a bit luck the smug facade will be a little dented gone 5 today.
So what do we need this season.
60 plus goals scored required, so on a par with last season.
40 goals conceded or less, so at least 15 better than last season.
Both of the above should be enough for a top 7 place.
We lost to teams last season that didn't bring much more to the table than being organised.
We'll have that this time around for sure.
A team with 6 league wins in the calendar year & a manager on a long winless run.
Tall order to have the desired impact & to mix it with the big hitters that's for sure.
Dunno, have got a good feeling about this team, so we'll see.
Hopefully some Man from Del Monte type seals of approval from the cognisanti later.
Or will it be disapproval mingled with a sense of meh-ness.
Not traditional first day of the season weather.
Best to stay indoors here where they don't appear to have any ales less than 5% abv.
Oh well, it's all about rising to the challenge both on & off the pitch this season.
Safe travels.
Been a tough year without doubt but football has always been my companion, notwithstanding supporting this shite.
I guess like you it’s both infectious and addictive, dare get off then the moment you do the good times appear and you miss out.
The therapist in my head continually telling me it’s not the football that matters but the day out.
If only I was wired up differently.
Up since 5am, struggling to sleep, dog walk at 8 soaked through.
Lad got in at 4am thus a real bundle of laughs this Morning. Bag full of cans ffs I am too old for this shite.
Like you been to this shite hole of z stadium so many times and generally struggle.
FA cup win and a 4-0 win only positive memories.
So on the train as we speak, was driving but just couldn’t be bothered as all that A12 shite made my decision in the week. Expensive day out can only hope at 5am it feels worth it but no guarantees following this.
Train packed, pissing down outside and meeting the tree hugging, wizard hat wearing lads from Stroud. (cracking bunch) that have become real mates.
It’s when we hit the pubs it at least raises laughter but the hope often turns to hell.
Football romantic me, was always about the late 70,s that got me following the mighty Swindon. Ironically could have been Pompey but Kammy paid for that.
Now I will look at him in the wall mural and whisper “bastard” when we lose.
It’s in the blood, approaching 1700 games for what?
Relentless Misery ⚽️
Have a great day - on the travels with STFC.
What possibly could go wrong - Chapter 42.
