NOTE: For Any Ex-262ers: following the termination of Football 262. A new site, the LtfcFool is our new home for posting, views and Hatters related chat and all Bobberman Competitions. The Bobberman will recommence with the Notts County game so if you wish to continue then please sign up at: ltfcfool.proboards.com . A Day In The Life Of A Travelling Hatter Friday Evening: decision time for my journey to Crewe; two options, either drive 90 minutes to MK and get a direct train to Crewe thus avoiding the masses going to the Frankfurt Xmas Market in Brum or make the much shorter drive to March go via New Street and resign myself to a Mumbai style crowded train. Saturday: So, a late decision to avoid the drive to MK and go to Crewe via New Street: with tickets for the game in hand and rail ready I got on the 9:30 train to Birmingham. Looking forward to a great brew-house pub especially opening for us Hatters (thanks to a couple of Outlaws guys), dressed in full winter gear and looking forward to the game, what could possibly go wrong? The train quickly became loaded to about capacity as we picked up more and more passengers on the numerous stops, hell, how I hate this route but at least I found myself in good company with Wolves, Bradford and Ipswich supporters. It’s always nice chatting to other football travellers and the Bradford lad was telling me about that fringe player, Alan Sheehan and that chunky but talented Nathan Doyle. Then, unfortunately, the train refused to leave Leicester due to a broken rail further up the line. After 90 minutes, Mr Bradford who got on at Leicester also got off at Leicester deciding to go get in his car as he could just maybe get to Shrewsbury in time for KO. The Wolves supporters from Peterborough decided to give up and go home but there were no trains going south due to the rail issue. Not to worry, as a solution had been found to bypass the busy broken rail junction and go on a tour of the Midlands to get us to Brum. Never mind, the Burton Albion ground looks so nice this time of year and yet the Marstons Brewery looked even better. By the time we go to New Street any hope of reaching the Alexandra stadium before the game had evaporated. In an attempt to rescue something from the day I decided to venture to that bloody Xmas market before heading for home. So, a salted emulsified pig in bread, sorry in mean Bratwurst, and a glass or two of fine German beer was the participating highlight of the afternoon.
But real Joy, we won and stay top of the league; the pain of travelling is quickly forgotten! Finally, with the broken rail repaired, time to head home on that crowded Mumbai train; oh the joy of being a travelling Hatter!
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