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Mar. 1st, 2014 09:44 pmTo Kenilworth Road for Luton v Alfreton. In Leighton before getting the bus, bought one of Creighton's cake shop's delicious brownies (this one Creme Egg flavour) for half time. Making the most of the time before Lent starts...
Getting on the bus, the driver, seeing my colours, asked if I had a ticket for the football; on me showing my match ticket, he printed me a child's ticket, charging me the child fare, and told me to show my ticket to the driver on the way back too. Only problem was, he'd issued me a single when I asked for a return... He did the guy behind me a kid's ticket too. When we arrived at Luton, by which point we'd had a driver change, two other people were complaining to the new driver that the previous one had given them singles instead of returns as well.
Heavy traffic meant it was after 2.30 when we arrived. Reached the ground with just enough time to grab a Rollover hot dog and get to my seat before kick-off.
Alfreton, in the play-off zone, had come to defend, and succeeded in shutting the Hatters out for 28 minutes. Then Luke Guttridge shot from an Andre Gray cross; his first shot was saved but he blasted the rebound home across the deck.
Early in the second half Scott Griffiths skinned his marker and zinged the ball along the byline for Andre to tap in. 2-0 and the whole ground rang to chants of "The Town are going up" and "E-I-E-I-O". Alfreton went straight on the offensive but were denied by two super saves from Mark Tyler and from that point they petered out.
Luton made it three with ten minutes to go. The Alfreton goalie made a howling miskick that Jake Howells pounced on, ran down the wing and crossed into the box for Paul Benson to tap in with the goalie nowhere.
Got talking to a friendly couple at the bus stop. They, and a group of Hatters on the bus, were now speculating about which game Luton were going to clinch the championship at - always with more than one of us throwing in a "fingers crossed" accompanying it with holding up a pair of entwined fingers. Meanwhile, getting on the bus I'd shown my match ticket stub to the driver only for him to ask "What's that about?" My telling him about the earlier driver giving discounts to people with match tickets left him baffled. But he waved me on for a free ride, so I was spared buying a single and having to claim the difference back from the bus company.
Quick bite to eat in the pub and home for The Voice.
Getting on the bus, the driver, seeing my colours, asked if I had a ticket for the football; on me showing my match ticket, he printed me a child's ticket, charging me the child fare, and told me to show my ticket to the driver on the way back too. Only problem was, he'd issued me a single when I asked for a return... He did the guy behind me a kid's ticket too. When we arrived at Luton, by which point we'd had a driver change, two other people were complaining to the new driver that the previous one had given them singles instead of returns as well.
Heavy traffic meant it was after 2.30 when we arrived. Reached the ground with just enough time to grab a Rollover hot dog and get to my seat before kick-off.
Alfreton, in the play-off zone, had come to defend, and succeeded in shutting the Hatters out for 28 minutes. Then Luke Guttridge shot from an Andre Gray cross; his first shot was saved but he blasted the rebound home across the deck.
Early in the second half Scott Griffiths skinned his marker and zinged the ball along the byline for Andre to tap in. 2-0 and the whole ground rang to chants of "The Town are going up" and "E-I-E-I-O". Alfreton went straight on the offensive but were denied by two super saves from Mark Tyler and from that point they petered out.
Luton made it three with ten minutes to go. The Alfreton goalie made a howling miskick that Jake Howells pounced on, ran down the wing and crossed into the box for Paul Benson to tap in with the goalie nowhere.
Got talking to a friendly couple at the bus stop. They, and a group of Hatters on the bus, were now speculating about which game Luton were going to clinch the championship at - always with more than one of us throwing in a "fingers crossed" accompanying it with holding up a pair of entwined fingers. Meanwhile, getting on the bus I'd shown my match ticket stub to the driver only for him to ask "What's that about?" My telling him about the earlier driver giving discounts to people with match tickets left him baffled. But he waved me on for a free ride, so I was spared buying a single and having to claim the difference back from the bus company.
Quick bite to eat in the pub and home for The Voice.
