Game 41: Bristol Rovers V Cambridge United 25th March 2016
Or: Getting back into the groove
It was a while since I had missed a match. I couldn’t go to the Newport Game so the Saturday trip to town was refreshing and much anticipated. We had to go to Max’s funeral. Max was a good friend to, and of, Rose. There was no question whatsoever that she would be there and that I would be there to support her at such a difficult time. The Newport game was played out to our flights back home from Sanday to Kirkwall, on to Glasgow and then on to Heathrow. My personal best thought came after we equalised and I was sure we would go on to win. The taxi driver was assured of a win but we would be amazed to find a 4-1 message when next we signed in to the internet.
Rose gave me a lift to the pub at 10 before opening. The tardy twosome gave up on their Wetherspoon’s breakfast to ensure they were on time at 2 to time.