Armchair football today

It is going to be a busy day of armchair football today. Now I am watching Southampton v Everton on TV after that it will be the score show and then my team, Cardiff City, play QPR again on the TV. Later I have the highlight shows to watch, the Football League Tonight followed by Match of the Day, – and yes I am an armchair football fan.

Many moons ago my Saturday would still involve football and Cardiff City but the differences would be instead of watching the game on TV I would be travelling to QPR. Be it on the Supporters coach, the train, car, or van I would be on route to the Capital (London) with the best bunch of mates you could ever wish for, great times.

Back in the 70’s/80’s it could be a bit naughty and dangerous, still hoping for a victory and you would be at the right end of the League Table, but it was not always the case. As you got closer to the ground there would be many beady eyes watching you. Most were just curious while others were plotting and planning.

If you got to the ground early enough there was a pub to find, a friendly one, happy to see you and be happy in your company with no hint of fisticuffs. It never always worked out like that but that went with being a Cardiff City fan.

The reason for travelling to some English outpost was always the game. For me was just as important as the trip there is nothing better than winning away from home and if we lose, there was always another day. The to-and-fro of the chanting always seems to step up an optic when you are a visiting fan and then the pie. I would never feel right without standing on the terrace scoffing one. Hot please! However, that didn’t always happen.

Homeward bound was made by the result of the game, win or get a point happy times, lose and the way home dragged. However, something that can really put a downer on the day win, lose, or draw and that is if some little shit caves the window in on the supporters coach.