Thing about Greenwich though is this (and forgive me for speaking of he who is possibly reading this anyway, and it isn't the Greenwich Fanclub Association BTW) ... his 'game' isn't everyones 'game', is it? For many it is either a nice, safe coach or train, a car drive into the city centre or even a bus/pub/walk. For him it is a calculated risk on time and probability of kindness of complete strangers, a real nomad fan's life. Much of it is about the adventures on the road following United, and that's the shit we don't see. The intended ninety minutes watching United fuck it up is kinda incedental and in essence, he never ventures to give a Deabat's game write up. I'm sure when people see his selfies on facebook, layered up on some service station slip road near Shitsville at twenty past ten on a Saturday night when the game finished five or so hours ago and we are all sat watching MotD snug in our homes we all think, 'Fuck that'. He doesn't, mind. And despite United getting goosefatted by shit teams, home and away, you know you'll still bump into him on the Fratton End, at Bristol City, at Reading, at Wembley or at BDTBL, seventy layers of clothes on, daft as a daft thing and still hitching back later that day. People with me say, "Who's that?" And I explain and you can see their faces. It's "daft sod!" But that's the whole thing, innit? No other club has a Greenwich to my knowledge.
Greenwich - BTW. I'll do the Foreword of the next book if you want!
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