So this week has been a fairly interesting one; I’ve incorporated my own company, handed in my notice at my day job and managed to work a fairly impressive 60 hour week so far.
While all that probably sounds more interesting and important that football, it isn’t. So I’m focusing on the highlight of my week – my trip to White Hart Lane to see Spurs vs. Manchester City.
OK so it turned out it wasn’t the best game in the world to be a Man City fan (you know it’s not going too well when the only thing you’ve got to cheer is your keeper’s repeated brilliance), but it was the first game of the new season and I couldn’t have been happier to be at a Premiership game again. I was two rows from the front and directly next to the Tottenham fans, with only a thin line of stewards seperating us. In fact, I was so close I thought I’d take some pictures:
Now I have to admit I’m not the quietest person at the best of times, but I don’t think I’ve ever shouted and sung as much as I did last Saturday. The Tottenham fans were actually better than most clubs I’ve visited; they were loud, reasonably funny and didn’t spend too much time with their mouths shut.
Their ‘banter’ was all very predictable, ‘we’ve got Champions League football’ was about the best they could muster. Us City fans on the other hand, short of any footballing-based insults given last seasons results (although we did manage to get a few dodgy Harry references in) resorted to picking out individual fans and asking if they’d gotten lost on the way to Stamford Bridge.
By about the hour mark, any semblance of civility had disappeared and both sets of fans had degenerated into personal insults and some genuine aggression. But hey, that’s all part of football in this country. Nobody threw anything or tried to get past the increasing number of stewards and police, so it was actually quite good fun. I guess all’s well that ends well.
Moving away from the Tottenham fans, why do stewards at football games insist on trying to get the crowd to sit down? It’s fucking stupid. Nobody stays sat down for more than thirty seconds and most either ignore the stewards entirely or just outright tell them to piss off.
Anyway, that was more a review of the football game than a review of my week, but then again I don’t really care. I’m off to enjoy my weekend of football and trying to get through my ever increasing to-do list. Enjoy your weekend, unless you’re a Tottenham fan.