Travelled from Leeds. M62 closed. Listened to the whole of Everton V Sunderland in a traffic jam (The Woodhead Pass is genuinely English scenery at its most spectacular but not when you're trying to get to the match). Listened to the first half on the M6. Arrived at the arse end of half-time (free parking was a plus). Queued for a beer (by that I mean stood next to a guy who was being served by a woman who spent 5 minutes flirting with him) only to be told by the "Lady" who was serving that they were now closed! Joined the queue for a hot chocolate, they turned the lights out (and what's with all those grills have we gone back to the 80s?). Asked the guy on the now closed doors if I can nip out to the burger van outside and get a coffee, "You can but you can't come back in". "you've got to be joking I've only been here 10 fecking minutes!!!!!!". To be fair to the guy he got the girl behind the counter to get me a hot chocolate. Got onto the terracing to watch Chiriches disappearing down the tunnel to be boos from our supporters!?!?!? Watched precisely 35 minutes of the match.
Currently tinkleed of with the team, tinkleed off with the scummy crud hole that is Stoke (seriously considering never going there again, it's not often the most welcoming people in the place are the coppers :-/) but mainly tinkleed off with our own fans who seem to have forgotten the meaning of the word support.