So there I am in the stands at Aldershot , watching them grind out a 2-2 draw with Halifax , not really caring whether my local team win or lose ( sorry Shots !) , trying not to keep looking at my phone every 5 seconds for the live CAFC updates .
It was bloody freezing and then all of a sudden a cyclone hit the pitch , the advertising hoardings started flying across the pitch the tarpaulin advertising Bert the Aldershot builder came loose from its moorings.
Anyway, no matter , I left with 5 minutes to go , hoping against hope that we would maintain our lead at Hudders . Sensing an upset , I had (somewhat brilliantly I might add) risked £25 on CAFC to deliver a win at 3-1 .
So there I am , money in pocket , grin on face at 5pm when the mobile rings , no doubt the wife phoning to share in my glee.
‘I think you’d better get home quick’ – it didn’t sound like a fun invitation .
Well there you have it , I’m seventy five sovs up from my clever bet and minus n thousand from my demolished by a cyclone Victorian shed .
To cap it all , I tuned in tonight and as we watched the 5th round draw , I said to the wife before they started , the worst draw we could get is Sheff Weds away , please god that doesn’t happen …………………………….funny old life isn’t it