Blackpool v Barnsley

Blackpool 1-0 Barnsley Saturday 10th August 2013

There's nothing worse than losing by a last minute goal, or that's what I thought until the end of this game. Trust me there is! lose by a last minute own goal!!!!

Bloomfield Road has got to have the worst new stand in the whole of England. Restricted view doesn't even come into the equation. I had a better view of the rear of the stand behind the goal than I did of the pitch. And how on earth they get a safety certificate for the away stand doesn't bear thinking about. 
It was good to see that the travelling Barnsley Fans were in good voice, although their constant attempts to demolish the stand by synchronised bouncing with us all in it was worrying at times.
As for the game, not much to say really, Barnsley were better than the previous two games, at least they tried to shoot on goal. Blackpool were awful, how they are one of the pacesetters in the division is beyond me. The own goal I missed, having just been blinded by a smoke flare having just been let off amongst the Barnsley fans and an amateurish attempt by one of the stewards to get it put out and dropping it halfway down the stairs.

So all in all "an alright day, spoilt by a crap result"

Walk along Promenade

It's a good 30 min walk down to Bloomfield Road, as there's plenty of time I thought it'd be a good idea to stroll down the Prom. I've only gone 5 mins and WOW, well eventful. A Scouse girl walking along tapping away on her phone, and then bang! straight into a lamp post, head first. Went down as though shot by a sniper. And talk about tears? It's hard not to laugh because she really was upset.

 

I'm now in Coral Island, having another beer, it's amazing how many people are in here throwing their money away in the gaming machines. Each to their own I suppose. Never understood it really, although in their defence it isn't exactly beach weather today so they'll have to find something to do. I suppose they could say the same about me drinking my afternoon away.

 

I know I sound like a snob, but I'm not really. So long as people are happy doing what they do then it's ok by me.

Halifax to Blackpool by train

I wasn't going to watch the game today at Blackpool, but boredom's got the better of me, plus the fact my car failed its MOT yesterday I need cheering up. Thankfully Halifax is on the train line to Blackpool, so it shouldn't be a problem getting there. How wrong I am! This train is mobbed, I forgot that for some inexplicable reason many other people actually "want" to go to Blackpool. The fact they are going to stay there for longer than a few hours is way beyond my comprehension. Then again looking around me, there's a plethora of humankind travelling today. In one carriage there's a birthday group of over 50's from Halifax, behind me a hen party, already on their third bottle of the most vile looking blue alcoholic substance I've ever seen. OMG they've got a balloon out now, advertising its her third attempt at marriage!! Nothing like a sucker for punishment then! Also there's the two lesbians sat across from me trying to shock everyone in their own inimitable way. It's funny seeing the reactions they are getting from some people. The constant babble of unintelligible conversations is deafening.  Kids shrill screams punctuate the excited giggles of the hen party's attempts to take drunken photographs.

We've just left Blackburn and I've got a hyperactive fake blonde sat next to me. She's like a  bloody meerkat on speed bobbing up and down. Perfume chucks, and definitely overdone the spray tan, more Jaffa orange than golden brown. Oh well it takes all sorts to make a world. No doubt she thinks I'm weird here tapping away on my phone. Turns out the perfume is inter mingled with the smell of one of those liquid cigarettes, not nice at all.

Arrived safely and amazingly on time. Not been let down so far, Blackpool's reputation far exceeds its ability to impress.

Beers cheap though.