You have to get with the right crowd and get on the right coach obviouslyI went by coach to the 2009 (Burnley) game. Never, ever again. Nothing wrong with the actual coaches (quite modern, four wheels, good driver etc.). It's the fucking morons you have to share space with that make it all bad.
Despite rooks specifically stating that we'd leave a 6 sharp from Bramall Lane, there's always one cunt (never their fault...) who was late. I'd have left the twat behind. On the road, and the first piss-a-bed wanted to stop. At Tibshelf Services. Honestly, you could piss from Bramall Lane to Tibshelf but, as usual, there's always one.
Arrived at Wembley at around 11.30. Kick-off at 3.00. Doors to stadium not open till 1.30. Fuck all to do around Wembley. Nightmare.
After the game and the nightmare that is getting out of the coach car park. But wait! The traffic opened up and we could have got straight out. But no. The same useless twat who was late turning up in Sheffield is the one who has failed to turn up again. After half an hour, he shows up (Naturally, not his fault). In Sheffield, I'd have left the twat behind. Now I wanted to punch his fucking lights out.
Numerous stops later we approached Sheffield at the end of a long and disappointing day. I say 'approached' because the usual suspects started sidling up to the driver. 'Can you drop me off at Waterthorpe/Southey Green/Brinsworth/any far-flung shithole. Me? I'm 'normal'. By the time we got back to BDTBL, I'll swear there was only me and the driver left on the coach. While the other selfish cunts were probably tucked up in bed, 'normal' me had arranged a lift back to civilisation. From Bramall Lane. Silly me!
That's not including the coach that was hijacked and ransacked on the way down.
So coach to Wembley? No thanks. But if you're reading this, rooks, make it a condition that the coaches will leave at the stated time - no ifs, no buts. The coaches' departure time will reflect the kick-off time (not leaving four hours to waste and no half-arsed excuses about 'in case of break down...') and the journey will terminate at - and only at - Bramall Lane. Imagine these cunts coming back on the train and asking the train driver if he could 'drop them off at Dronfield'. Fuck everybody else, awkward cunt wants to get home.
Grrr.
Just remind me not to go on your coaches though
