It befalls many of us, at the appropriate conflict between our ‘hallowed turf’ © and Mars on the solar chart, to find our club in the 3rd Division. Norwich City made it there this afternoon (for the first time in fifty years) following a spineless display at Charlton – they were 3-0 down after a mere thirty minutes to a club who were already relegated: F/T: 4-2. I may live here, but I’m exceptionally glad I don’t support a team that habitually capitulates like that: the last time they were in trouble they lost 6-0 to Fulham on the last day. Fulham. Change the yellow shirts, I’d say.
I just passed by the ground and saw this below. There were four morose teenagers, who had travelled to the match, kicking a ball about beside it. ‘Did you do that?’ I said. ‘We did the poster and the shirt,’ they replied. ‘What about the alien?’ I asked. He was already there, they said.
The poignant detail is that they’ve written ‘joke’ with a little arrow pointing at the club badge. That’s bad.