A day in the life of a Yellow staying overnight for a game.........
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We left Lincoln at 7.00am, looking forward to an overnight stay on the north west coast, we arrived in Blackpool at 9.30am (yes I had my foot down), we abandoned the car, checked in at our B&B, dumped our bags and made our way towards the Blackpool tower area, the weather was excellent, the sea air was clean and all seemed rosey, until we entered Wetherspoons on the sea front to be greeted with a rather large contingent of “Young Farmers”, they were fcuking mental and everywhere, some reports had their numbers at over 5,000 in the town for the bank holiday weekend which looking back is probably why we couldn’t get a top notch hotel,
Anyway after a large breakfast and a few more beers before the scheduled train trip to Blackburn we headed to the train station which was fairly surreal as there were us, some Blackburn Rovers fans and a core of 10 / 12 yellows with the same idea that we have had staying on the seaside resort and we were still 30 odd miles from the match and Blackburn’s big day....
I will not be on my own when the most important seat on a train is getting a table seat and true to form the 3 of us were straight on the train and in the said position within seconds......
After 10 minutes of the train not moving it was obvious there was a problem, no fcuking train driver, so we had to get off the train and take the fcuking 50 minute “rail replacement bus” ride to Preston before continuing our journey onto Blackburn which now put us nearly 2 Hours behind schedule, however we were never going to miss the game, the only thing we were missing was the beer.....
We finally arrived at the Fenhurst family pub overlooking Ewood Park at 3.00pm ish to meet fellow yellows, family and friends and a time to enjoy the day, which we thoroughly did....
(The match is exempt from this post as I have applauded our team and our fans on a previous post)
Getting out of the stadium was easy even though there was one altercation with one particular bruiser steward, you all know who he was, we then find ourselves with no plan to get back to the train station to get our 8.30pm express train to Blackpool in good time to get a few drinks before sun rise..
Due to the Blackburn hangers on, we waited over 30 minutes on the bus we were on until it was allowed to move which meant we missed our train for the 2nd time in one day and had to wait until 10.15pm before the Blackpool tower was in our sights again, by now we were more where’s our bed than where’s the town and judging by the amount of youngsters and young farmers out on the town, bed was the safest option...........
I THINK WE WILL DRIVE NEXT TIME........