New football season

Thank god its arrived! I've spent numerous days at work pressing the F5 button on the message boards, being addicted to the rumours of which players are coming/going and now thankfully the silly season has finished and we're down to the nitty gritty. Normally you associate the 1st game of the season with scorching temperatures, fans wearing their new shirts sitting outside the pubs in fine voice. Yesterday however was quite the opposite and felt like any other game. The miserable weather, the lack of fans around(probably owing to the fact that i forgot the season tickets and had to go back home making us later than normal) made the whole occassion seem altogether quite strange. The match was preceded with elaborate, over the top fireworks and flames and the prevailing mist gave it quite an Italian like feel. In typical QPR fashion, with the expectation and anticipation surrounding us this season we went 1-0 down after 4 mins. I won't bore you with all the details of the match, but the game nearly ended with our centre back getting a hatrick. weird.

I helped the 4th team get promoted last thursday. I felt quite under pressure actually, considering it was my 1st match with them and they needed 14 points to get promotion. I didn't want to be the cunt that fucked up a whole seasons worth of work for the rest of them that had played in each game and have to avoid the cutting, sarcy remarks from Ian and Colin afterwards. I was playing with bum boy vic Butler and it was draining to say the least. Particular comments included 'keep it in play and wait for them to make a mistake', '3 out of 4 is glory mate. Go for the glory mate'. Hardly Vic. I'd associate glory with winning the world cup, breaking the 100 metre world record or winning all 4 slams in one year, not winning a couple of sets against Harrow Baptist. Talking of Harrow Baptist, my god they were bad. Considering they are in the division above what i have been playing this year with the 5ths they were fucking toilet. This isn't meant to sound arrogant, but i actually felt bored out there, so if that is any sort of reflection or indication of what to expect next year, then we've got little to worry about.

I went to Camden last night. It was shit. There's been a recurring theme to my blogs where i reflect on a place i've been to that i knew was going to be pants, and yet still decided to go, against my better judgement. Though it is a lively place during the day with the market, at night it is quite soulless and characterless. The place we ended up in was full of these goth like gouls and emo sadists and me and my mate Wise were described by one as dressing pretentiously. I felt really out of place and wished i were in soho or covent garden.