My name's Will and I'm a social alcoholic. It's been three months, 28 days and 16 hours since my last drink.
Derby County have just lost to Crystal Palace by 2-0. Not something I'd normally rush upstairs to blog about, but it means that Birmingham City have been promoted to the Premiership.
Woo-hoo!
For my non-drinking purposes, this was the best possible way for it to happen. Had we won promotion "live" at St Andrews, I'm not sure I could have resisted the temptation to suspend tee-totalism for the day and go and get bladdered at the Adam and Eve.
Instead, I learned of this glorious moment in my club's history through the slightly less exhilarating medium of, er, Teletext.
So, great for me, boring for nearly all other Blues (and Sunderland, who are also promoted) fans. Great scheduling decision by the league chiefs.
Last time Blues won promotion to the Premiership, via a play-off final penalty shoot-out, I tried to buy champagne for everyone in the Dovedale Towers. Fortunately for my wallet, they didn't stock it. Nowadays, as the ridiculously named Alma de Cuba, they would stock champagne, but almost certainly refuse to sell it to a sweaty football fan. Which is even more fortunate for my wallet.
This time, although it would be great to crack open the bubbly on such a boiling day, I am finding it relatively easy to stick to the soft stuff.
In tribute to Crystal Palace chairman Simon Jordan's face, I'm simply drinking orange.
K.R.O.
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I too learned of Blues' promotion while on my sofa via Teletext, which I'll agree is nothing compared to the Tilton Road end...and you'd be proud of my celebrations - watching episodes of Morse with mugs of tea. Football's not a matter of life and death - it's more important than that.
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