By Dave Thomas
May 15 2010
Honey I'm Home -- Me and Mrs T have been away for a spell, longer than we thought, so there is a bit to catch up on. We knew we would miss the Hull and Sunderland games, and then because of a cloud of ash from a piddling little lump of rock called Iceland, we missed the Liverpool game as well (stranded in New York and spending money like water).
First of all Iceland messed up the worlds finances good and proper, then they f****d up international travel. Plus they gave us Gudjonnson. If I could, on balance, after considerable thought about the matter and trying to be as fair as possible, I think I’d nuke the place.
Missing the stunning Hull game was a sickener and we missed the weekend in Sunderland with the Supporters Club who stayed in Newcastle. But then the magic of New York took over and the stresses and strains of being a Burnley supporter began to fade. From over 3,000 miles away it’s far less subjective. For a little while I wondered if I should feel guilty because I wasn’t fretting about results and relegation and if anyone would leg it to the 110 Club for a swift lager halfway through training. But then the first breakfast in a splendid old-style diner near Central Park, yellow cabs, honking fire engines and lights-flashing police cars racing by the windows, eased away the memories of all the games I’d seen us lose at home, especially Blackburn and Citeh. And even the possibility of a trip to Millwall or Doncaster in the new season didn’t seem too horrific. To read the whole article please click on the link below; |
