Finally dragged myself out of bed, and am facing the prospect of all the work I need to do and the fact that Charlton have slipped to 6th, now a point behind Newcastle (cheating scum) and Liverpool.
The gales (which have been carrying on since Friday are still going strong and have blown a tile down of our roof.)
Were very strong in Stockport. Almost blowing us down, we knew that this would make conditions very difficult for football and prepared ourselves for the worst, the plan was that we get to Stockport by 12 in time to watch the Ipswich V Watford match (3-1 Ipswich), however we took a wrong turn out of the train station and found ourselves going in the wrong direction.
which meant by the time we corrected ourselves we had missed the first half, so we decided to find a SKY showing pub ready for the Charlton game afterwards, and then go to Edgeley Park; the Stockport ground.
It rained and we scurried for shelter and waited for them to open the gates, again I found myself doubting MH's sense as she was wearing a skirt but hey! Whatever rocks her world.
After hanging around for a hour they opened the gates and away we went, until Stockport scored in the 25th Minute they seemed to be doing ok, despite the bad conditions, then sadly it all went to pot. However Robbie Mustoe was playing which was cool, him being a Charlton player last season.
After the game we hung around so MH can see the players and get things signed and whatever girly efforts she wants. (Have to forgive her, its her first season of supporting Wednesday, she'll get over it.)
She saw that Jon Shaw, one of the players she fancies had been warming up and she decided we needed to get BACK into the ground so she could see him, so we said that we needed to go to the toilet and found to her excitement, the home fans toilets had mirrors! so she could fancy up her hair (sometimes I despair, really I do) having come out, we found that he had disappeared and we were there alone, having had the gates locked, we asked a steward for help and he said now it was locked we were stuck and to try the gates at the other end, so we walked past and past the players tunnel, again waaay over exciting her, found that that gate was locked and we went into the officals entrance and out to where the coach was waiting.
We waited for some of the players to come out, saying "hi" to Del Geary (who she also fancies something stupid) and Robbie Mustoe.
Before hurrying off to find a pub to watch the Charlton game in, the first pub that we had been recommended and had planned to go, was home fans only and full of singing and shouting so we went to the next pub, got there 2 mins after K.O and found Charlton 1-0 down already! The game eventually finished 3-1 to Newcastle, with Robert diving for a EXTREMELY dodgey penalty and Alan Shearer proving yet again that his whiter than white reputation is not deserved.
The pub itself was very dodgey, it had the screen in THE worst possible place, people kept walking in front of you, and ignoring you or pretending not to hear you or feel you when you asked them to move.
And then sitting right in front of you having a conversation, add to that the people openly smoking pot, made us feel that we were in an extremely dodgey pub and had me longing for our beloved Friary back in Derby.
We came out after and attacked the Somerfields to find tea and then headed back to the Train station, where we met a group of Tottenham fams coming back from the 3-0 defeat at Man U, they teased us something awful; Luke Young and Chris Perry having come from Spurs and sang lots of songs, they were a great laugh, and were trying to get to Loughborough, being unable to get back to London due to the winds stopping all trains to London.
Eventually we reached Sheffield, got the train back to Derby and walked home, in the cold and wind.
Now its Sunday dinnertime, I'm recovering from yesterday's adventures and about to start doing some uni work while the winds and gales continue outside.