Two fat ladies
By Tim Tweddell
Ten o'clock in the morning in the Eastern United States and an opportunity to indulge in two hours
of sanity on the mIRC site, #vicarage_road. Usually a quiet refined period with a cast of villains from
Australia, New Zealand, Iceland, and the USA, and a variable contigent from the UK, all of us hoping
desperately that someone with Three Counties Radio will join us, especially when it's a home game. This rarely happens
and we are left with the Sporting Life vidiprinter, BBC World Service Radio and This Is London in an
abortive attempt to follow the progress of the Golden Boys, but have an interesting "chat".
Away games draw a few more fans, and usually there is someone with 3CR who can relay the
relevant details that (very) occasionally are broadcast. Whereas there are the faithful few, five or six,
for home games, away games will frequently draw a dozen or so, and again the chat is enjoyable.
Blackpool apparently does not have the attractions it was purported to have when I was a lad, as on
this Saturday there were more than twenty participants, the usual crew having been joined by an
apparent group of ichthyologists. The quality of the game coverage wasn't improved, but the trout-slapping sequences
The only significant events which interrupted the frivolity were Ronnie being injured (groans), Darren
scoring (whoops of delight) and Blackpool being reduced to ten men (general back-slapping). Paul
from the USA quietly added his contribution "We need another goal". This comment was roundly
ignored as another bout of fishy fun was underway.
Enter the two fat ladies - yes, 88 minutes and the unthinkable happens. Blackpool equalise
(despair, nashing of teeth). Paul, to his great credit, keeps quiet. One by one we log off, cursing - another two hours
of our lives spent in front of the monitor, and only one point to show for it when we should have had three. The
faithful will be back next week, groping in the electronic dark for a
snatch of news from Vicarage Road.
Wonder if they could get Clarissa and Jennifer to make the pies.
|Ronny went off injured||Written groans and strong language
|Darren scores||Happiness unbounded. Coloured displays!
|Brabin sent off||It's in the bag - No problem - We're promoted
The lone voice of Paul - "We need another goal" - is roundly
ignored as the trout are produced for further rounds of slapping.
|Blackpool equalise on 88 minutes||Despair, very strong language. Paul keeps quiet.
|End of game||General despondency