A posh night out.

Last night G and I made the trip to Peterborough to see the mighty Saints try to get a valuable three points to get over the finishing line in the race for promotion to the promised land of the Premier League. Despite some rough driving conditions and a 'deliberate' mistake on the M42 we made it over to the outskirts of Peterborough in excellent time. We stopped at this fine pub, did a bit of coogan/bryson fine dining and then headed on into the city. Straight into the car park just opposite the ground and then into the Cherry Tree on the Oundle Road. It was rammed with Saints fans, and it was getting even more packed while we were there so we just stopped for one and then headed on to the ground. In through the old school turnstiles, up the old school steps and... wooden seats! Old school 'cup o bovril' style refreshment kiosk too. A real contrast to the Worcester rugby ground i went to over the weekend. We were there really early so it left plenty of time for G to get to meet some of the unique genetic manifestations present amongst the Saints fanbase. Poor turn out from the Peterborough faithful, i think Saints took up about a third of the total attendance. Anyway, eventually a few of the lads came out to warm up only to be met by a sudden hail storm. G and myself had a cheeky punt via the bluesq website on my mobile (me- Saints to win by more than one goal, G- Saints to win 3-1)


Two quick goals in the first 15minutes settled the nerves. A third arrived in the second half. And...no.... it couldn't be! A scrambled Peterborough goal bought up 3-1 and both of our predictions turned up trumps. Well, there were a few near things when Saints nearly ruined things by winnning 4-1 but 3-1 it finished and our 3 quid worth of bets had paid out 27 quid in winnings.


A bit of a traffic jam in the car park soon gave way to the empty roads back to the west side of the midlands. A celebratory midnight snack in Corley services and then home.


Here are some bits and pieces from the nokia. Regardez..

Checking the tickets for the 100th time.

A pre-trip kickabout in the park

The trip playlist cd (with scribbled directions on the cover)

London Road, Peterborough. Imminent hailstorm just out of shot.

The Saints' wheels.

Wooden seats for people of limited leg length.

You might just be able to make out in the background that i was sat next to a loud fella. Credit to him, he managed to get a few songs started that ended up being taken up by the rest of the 4,000 Saints fans. It takes a loud voice to get that done.