A few pints in The Sixfields Tavern before the game, a couple in there after the game, and a couple in The Rover before going home. A pitiful Hot Dog at half-time. Northampton played the whole of the second half with just ten men, Marc Richards had a great chance, and we hit the bar (or the post) near the end. Other than that this was a piss poor game.
I'm glad I got bevvied up. I was paralytic when the game kicked off so didn't experience the dull tedium in quite the same way as those around me did. Someone had a pop at me as well on the bridge next to the train station. Some nob from Northampton who didn't like me staring at his girlfriend. What is wrong with people?
