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Well it all started, with the lads and me meeting up on Lime street platform to catch the Friday afternoon inter city train to that there London, and a good weekend of footie, beer and a bloody good laugh.
The only thing was we got beat, but that did not take the shine off our away day.
We boarded the train, the seven of us, we got to know each other better and got a few beers from the train buffet bar, I could never drink much, I didn't know why then and it wasn't long after I gave up trying to drink altogether.
Anyway after a couple the tongues got looser and the talk and laughter flowed, a coupler had similar jobs in factories, one was a student, the other two worked in heavy industry.
But the one thing we had in common was our love for our home town team.
After about two and a half hours, we arrived at Euston station. The walk to the tube to where we were going was not far and we boarded a somewhat crowded odd looking train and next thing I knew we had arrived at a station I can't remember the name of, but it was above ground near Brentford. Also near Heathrow, and I nearly got a stiff neck looking at all the planes coming and going.
There was a black hackney cab waiting for us. And that took us to our hotel.
It wasn't bad, not the best but not the worst, we got ourselves stowed away and went for a bite to eat.
The others had a drink but I had a decent enough cuppa.
Because we had to be up early the next morning, we didn't stay out late and I believe I took a book to bed and read while I got myself comfortable for a night in a strange bed.
We woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking and packed our bags to the rhythm of the planes going overhead at short intervals. We got ourselves a hearty breakfast of the usual bacon, eggs and anything else that was there. We were gonna need all our wits about us for the day ahead.
A limo was waiting for us and because of the traffic on a Saturday morning, the driver was rushing us along.
We crammed ourselves in and drove across the busy roads of London.
We arrived at our destination, the security guard took our names and told us to wait for someone to show us where to go. This person was a young lad who escorted through the warren of the building and told us to wait in this particular room. We waited for five minutes, until, some man came along and asked to put our bags into a locked cupboard and told us to put on our shirts and if we needed the toilet to go now because we wouldn't be able to later.
It was only minutes away now and a uniformed bloke brought the cup in and we took photos, then a guy we recognised came in and we had a little banter about the game tomorrow. Then the director took us through the corridors to the green room and awaiting us were two people who introduced themselves, it was unbelievable to meet these two stars of the footie scene. More people introduced themselves, known and unknown, and it was getting closer and closer and there was a certain excitement buzzing around.
We were told five minutes. And we were led into a big room full of cameras and tech equipment, at last we had arrived, we sat in the Luther Blisset stand, the show started and Hels bells got the show going. When she introduced the fans of the week, we yelled our heads off, with a rendition of our favourite song of our beloved team. Yes we were on Soccer AM!
The reason was we were playing the reds the next day at Prenton Park in the FA cup fifth round.
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