Not so much a bad journey, more like a rather long day�.Picture the scene, Friday night is pub night and that usually involves the consumption of ale. Off down the pub we go knowing full well that we were heading North early the next morning. Well, you know what it�s like when you get into full flow, the clock speeds up and the world passes you by without so much as a breeze�anyway, we came to leave the pub at about 11.30 p.m. (early for some of you guys up North but this is England I�m talking about) and headed for home�or so we thought. We were, as is often the case, invited back to our friends house for a coffee. No sooner were we through the door than the whisky bottle came out. Oh, we had the coffee, but the whisky was also flowing quite nicely. It was now about 12.30 a.m. we were all feeling a little peckish so a curry was ordered. It arrived at about 1 a.m�.anyway, one thing led to another and we eventually got home at about 2.30 a.m. and I think my head hit the pillow at about 3 a.m.
When the alarm went off at 5 a.m. I really didn�t want to go anywhere but I had promised Jnr that we�d go�.he was with us throughout the evening as well I might add. We dragged ourselves out of bed and then grabbed a bit a food, threw it in a bag and headed for the local station�.a 1 mile walk. We caught the 6.05 a.m train to Birmingham and thence on to the 6.55 a.m. service bound for Glasgow Central. I remember showing my ticket to the guard and told him to tell his counterpart, who takes over from Preston, that my ticket has been checked and not to wake me up !!!
The train was bang on time into Glasgow but it was a bit too early to go down to Croy (nearest station to Broadwood) so we wasted a bit of time around Glasgow.
I think we got to the ground at 2 p.m. ish and wondered around like lost souls until the gates opened.
The match itself was best forgotten, we go in at H-T 3-0 down which was the sole doing of the wretched referee. I remember their second being well off-side and the third shouldn�t have even got that far as one of our players was pulled back by his shirt before their striker got through on goal. A classic �Dingwall� ref syndrome. We just knew then that it wasn�t going to be a good day. We did get one back early in the second half but we went down 4-1. After the match it was back to Croy station for the train to Glasgow. We then had to journey down to Carstairs, changing there for Preston. Another change of trains was required at Preston before eventually arriving in Birmingham at about 11.25 p.m. which is eight minutes after the last local train departs. We had to wait until 12.15 a.m Sunday morning to get a train back to Coventry. On arrival there we couldn�t find a taxi as they were all out with the club/pub life, the queue at the station for taxi�s was about three days long so we decided to walk the three miles home. We got through the front door at about 1.35 a.m and went straight to bed. I think I got up on the Tuesday !!!
