My first Tiger Travel trip
I don’t normally do Northern away games as the travelling is a killer.
Hillsborough is a time warped dump. It makes the **** hole that is Fratton Park look good. The only concession for the modern age was cashless payments in the concourse. Who the **** benefits from it? 15 minutes to serve 6 people? Never been to a stadium that runs out of ****ing Bovril! I mean, I don’t even like Bovril, but running out of pies before the game even kicked off left me with a choice of it or a £3 bag of wine gums. Then it was back to the budgie perches they call seating. I choose my seat carefully, right behind the goal, end of row, next to the exit, only to find someone sat in it. The stewards told people to sit where they wanted, well you can **** right off with that. It my ****ing seat and I am sitting there, pay on the day twats can get to **** when it comes to getting the best seats.
I expected a rowdy home crowd baying for a blood and guts performance from their team. They were flatter than the piss on the toilet floor. What a miserable bunch.
Mind you, I did manage to get in the programme!
As for the game itself. It was a real battle of wits. Loved the win.