A last minute decision by the kids or by me for the kids, saw us pack the car with chocolate aero balls and little else apart from their DS's for a hassle free journey. Timing was crucial as we hung a red and white scarf out of the window in the hope that i could flick the v's at some chester tramps on their way to Lancaster as they invade another small village as their bandwagon rolls on.
I didnt get a "are we there yet dad" until around Wigan so a good start to the day, other questions that i had to lie to them with my answer, as all good parents do included :-
1. why is gareth taylor sub
2. why are we in the ground so early
3. why cant we have chips
4. why are there so many police
5. why are they taking photo's of wrexham fans
Unluckily we chose to stand near where the Front Line decided to pitch up tent and had to endure near enough 90 minutes of 'you fucking smackheads' in between bob marley and one step beyond renditions. (v entertaining)
They were also puzzled as to why their dad was shouting at anthony barry and asking him politely why he has massive eyebrows, quick on the uptake the little reds fans noted that the cod mens centre halves were fat which gave me the green light to shout rugby player insults minus wanker or bastard vitriol.
When super frank scored and bundled it over the line i realised that holding 2 kids on the barriers was slightly dangerous as only a last minute lurch saved the little fella from the celebration of the day and landing on the pitch.
RE COD MEN
I like their big telly
i like their cameraman
i like the idea of showing highlights in the boozer after the game
i like their pitch
i like Les's beard, remember a beard is for life, look after it