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Away Day Diaries
A look at the ups and downs from the viewpoint of a travelling Royals fan.
In between the stress of the final weeks of writing my dissertation, and the mountains of other essays I am writing (hence why my blog is so late, apologies!), I managed to find time to make the short trip up to Goodison Park. After recent memories of the Royals playing on the blue side of Stanley Park, part of me had a little bit of confidence that maybe we could come away with something.
After my unsuccessful attempt to get to Newcastle on a ridiculously snowy January Saturday, and with the imminent threat of more disruptive weather this weekend, a short 35 mile trip to Stoke was a reassuring thought, even if it is notoriously cold.
I love the FA cup, who doesn’t? The excitement of being drawn away from home at a ground you’d never expect to go to is always a novelty, so I was never going to say no to a trip down the M23 to Crawley. I’m not afraid to admit my ignorance and say my knowledge of Crawley and it’s football club isn’t great, apart from it’s the other side of Gatwick and they’ve recently had a lot of money pumped into them which has rewarded them with a lot of success and back to back promotions.
The month of December always drags in the lead up to Christmas for me, especially when I was working full time in a hellish retail environment, and to add insult to injury, I couldn’t make any of the games the Royals had on the road. I love football games over the festive period; there’s always something quite traditional about it, with a different buzz to the atmosphere. Even though my Dad is a Spurs fan, this was my first trip to the Lane, and visiting a new ground was a perfect way to start the New Year.
After what can only be described as a footballing disaster at Wigan on Saturday, I was pretty pessimistic about Tuesday night’s away trip to Villa Park. However, I’m lacking midlands games to go to this season, so I felt obliged to make the short trip down the M6 after university.
Since being in the Premier League, I’ve missed the proper away days like we used to have in the championship. Trips to places like Barnsley and Burnley were always a personal favourite, and I figured my second trip to Wigan was the closest thing I was going to get to that this season.
After missing the trip to South Wales earlier this month, then the dreaded international break, I was excited like a little girl at Christmas when another football Saturday finally arrived, even more so at the thought of another trip to Merseyside. With two incredible FA cup games on either side of Stanley Park in recent seasons, and Liverpool’s unexpectedly poor start mixed in with the farce in Poland for the national team, I was reasonably optimistic that we could get a result from the game.