A disastrous evening

Watched the Arsenal game at the Emirates stadium last night with Wise and Loey. O2 were doing an offer whereby if you texted a certain number you could win a free pair of tickets to watch a screening of the game in their ginormous bar.

The first fuck up occured on the journey down there. I was on the Met line, nicely tootling along, soaking up the sun by the window seat, making good progress. Until i got to Baker Street that is. The train was waiting for an awful long time, but i didn't think anything of it. Suddenly the doors closed and the train started going backwards! They'd obviously made an announcement that the Aldgate service had changed platforms, of which i was oblivious to because i had my music blaring out. For anyone who doesn't live in London, the distance between Baker Street and Finchley road is so long that you could photocopy 'War and Peace'...... and do it single sided.

From then on the trains were terminating left, right and centre; old dears were let on if they'd just missed the closing doors and the general slow pace was infuriating.

Eventually i got there and tucked into a hotdog and some slightly nervy banter ahead of the big game. For all of the football that i've watched i don't think i've ever experienced such a high followed by a real low in short succession as i did last night. The wild celebrations were completely cut dead by instant silence, like one of those arguments at the Vic in Eastenders when someone turns the jukebox off if there's an argument brewing.

So off everyone trudged into the night, but not before the competition winner had been announced. 'Ticket number 0086' the MC croaked. A glistening PS3 up for grabs. What were our tickets? 0084-0085. The git who entered the stadium a fraction of a second after after won it.

To top the evening off i got a call from Wise on the journey home to say that West Brom had scored 3 goals in the last 8 minutes to beat Blackpool, to make all the reuslts of our 4 fold bet we'd put on come through. The betting slip was left on the table. The £50 down the drain.