Journeymen !!

Not a few hours training, not a nine to five, no yesterday we put in a 16 hour shift.
The Stagecoach left Devon around 11 a.m and returned around 3 a.m. Welcome to the real world eh!!!!.
Whether the coach resembled the 'Night of The Living Dead' towards the end of the journey or that some of the lad's got off the coach still in the seated position didn't matter. We won and at a very difficult place and in torrid conditions. The wind was howling and the rain lashing down ( No I'm not telling a ghost story !!!!). Before the game the referee had explained that both sets of players were to stand for a minutes silence, for a devoted Grays fan who had recently passed away. I have never seen a tighter group of players during a minutes silence. At one point I think 'Bev's' and 'Rowey' were actually hugging me for warmth.
With Grays fighting for their survival in the league, with the wind swirling about the ground and with a six hour coach journey behind us all usual excuses were there. Not last night though, we were committed to winning and returning to Devon with three points in the bag and that is what happened.
An amazing turnout by quite a few hardcore Torquay fans. Standing ( or jumping up and down!!!!) in the wind and rain must have been testing!. A victory was the least we could do!.
In summary, a very long day. But in return the lads got three points, ate a combined total of about ninety bags of sweets, got through around ten different films, sent around a thousand text messages and abused Dave, our driver, two hundred and fifteen times ( Destination Grays, stopping at Leighton Buzzard, Shepton Mallet, Melton Mowbray, Hartlepool and Dundee) !!!!.

CH

P.S Second posting around 8.30 p.m

Second posting

Apologies if this posting contains some mistakes, as whilst typing away, I am watching and a bit sidetracked by Heston Bluemanthal's Victorian Feast. He has already constructed a drink based on the Drink that Alice drank in Alice in Wonderland. The Drink that made her shrink. It contained Toffee, Hot Buttered Toast, Custard, Cherry Tart and Turkey!!!. The general consensus was that in the hedonistic day's of Victorian life five out of six families used Opium and that the film itself was based on one long drug taking experience!!!!!.

So, back to yesterday. The coach ended up looking like a crime scene with bodies strewn everywhere. Damian and Kenny were asleep at the front on a lilo, Tyronne was wedged in between bags and seats, Robbo was cradling Danny, and even my film partner Stevie 'Ghoul' Adams had abandoned me halfway through the final film to join his friends in the world of the unknown. Mark Ellis actually fell asleep whilst playing Football manager. I was too busy replying to Scotty Beavan's texts( three seats away) to go to sleep. The big man is still hating the fact that, during the Setanta interview's last Saturday night, I gave the viewers the 'Peck Dance'. He reckons I stole his thunder, even though his desperate attempts at walking past the camera five times didn't work.
I've told him that I will get him on the blog again, and in fact manage him if he decides to go for UFC, WWE or Boxing glory. What more does he want.
Today I took Hatty on the train. We chatted away about life and food. I think we were both having two different conversations but it was great. Her vocabulary is definitely varied. Shouts of "That's ridiculous", "For goodness sake" and "Really Tremendous" combined with "I'm not a Petal I'm a Hatty Beast" made for a funny afternoon.

CH