[4evaabaggie]

Valpayne, my tale of woe for the derby game sticks in my memory like a knife.

Hours on the phone trying to get a ticket, being in the emergency services I was working an early shift, 6 - 2, in central London. Being a bank holiday thought I would drive to work, woke at 3.30am, felt like sh##e, suffering from tonsilltus, got up, showered, went down stairs, the weather was lashing down, drove the forty miles to work, but not before having a blowout in the outside lane of a dual carriageway, limped the car on a flat to a safe location, jacked the car up, the spare wheel winch was stuck, my tonsils were getting worse my head was thumping and I was p##s wet through, managed to change the wheel eventually, got to work late, felt like death. Worked my shift, got straight on the tube to Wembley, carriage full of Derby fans, lots of banter aimed at me. Changed to a faster tube. Arrived Wembley, needed climbing boots, rope and tackle to get to my seat. My health still declining, never mind a win and return to the premier league would make it all worthwhile. The bloke next to me was rat arsed, stank of stale booze and was very unstable, I thought he was going to fall down the rows of seats head first, we played okay ish, to many individuals not enough team, Derby broke away and scored, we lost. I had to fight my way back into london on tubes full of derby fans to collect my car and drive home in hours of traffic jams. Still I did earn double time for the bank holiday. Life as a baggie, ain't it grand..