Aww it was a lovely Sunday. I can't complain either way, for a boring game and a just result. It really is a shame that more elbows did not fly. A mean a broken nose here and a fractured cheek bone there, would have held no complaints from me.
The atmosphere at the pub was nice. A few of the choice locals, chelski and mancscum, were in attendance. It was good to see some old faces, not many new ones but I am sure that will change as the season actually begins.
There was talk of the other place...which I will call by name for it is not forsaken but I do not wish to even give it credit. It has become more of a bad joke on the pub gooners than anything else. Let's just call it the bistro. And then one must ask themselves whether they can say with a straight face, "I am going to watch the football at the bistro." Yes do it in that drawn out posh accent because that is what you will need to make it sound right.
Now I am not one to judge, so I lie, but I can not see myself going there to watch a game. There is also the issue of the fair-weather factor of it and the lack of loyalty to an establishment that has dealt with football/soccer fans when there were only a few that would come. It is a shame to turn your back on a place that would open up it's doors so that an ex-pat could watch crummy united play fc whatchacallit in the nothing worthwhile cup quadra-quarter-semi-finals.
I don't know maybe I have some weird thing about it but it is how I feel about the whole situation. Sure the prices could drop a bit. Sure they could get some new stools. Sure whatever other complaint you want to make. It doesn't really matter though because at the end of the day it's home.
It's where you belong.
~LeChat
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