I had to get that title in. Do you remember the look on Bob Hoskins face in the closing scene as he realises the extent of his situation. That could be the look we all have at just before six on Sunday if things don’t go our way this weekend. Being of a more optimistic nature I prefer to believe I will have my usual post-match silly grin on as I stroll into the pub and demand some refreshment.
It is going to be a long Good Friday though. I won’t bore you with my domestic plumbing details, other than to say we discovered yesterday the ratio of good plumbers to bad is roughly one to three. An early morning check was required to ensure no leaks had sprung up anywhere. Sleep was not a close ally. An early night to compensate just isn’t possible, with the unmissable delights of the golf at Augusta unfolding on the screen.
Of course before the golf kicks off we will get to watch some of the excellent football that Swansea are currently producing shoe-horned into the small gaps remaining in between Tim Krul goal-kicks. The thing about Easter is the prospect of four days of wall to wall football. The all-powerful controller of the Premier League, television, has cut us down to one fixture this weekend. Not a bad thing for the players, but it does mean I will miss the re-arranged home game with Wigan.
This used to be the part of the year where fixture congestion used to really bite. I cannot remember too many grumbles in the sixties when you might find yourself home and away to the same team from up north over a couple of days. European football wasn’t such a distraction in those days, and with cheap tickets and supporters on holiday it was a period for the clubs to cash in. The grumbles as I recall started in the following decade.
Most memorable for us came in 1979-80, at which time we used to play the neighbours over Christmas with the return fixture being at Easter. Loved that, the Metropolitan Police did. On 7th April we kicked off an incredible round of eleven matches in under a month. A team containing six reserves won 2-1 at the Lane and we fell under the spell of a young Paul Davis. Two days later we played the first of six semi-final matches in three weeks that took us past Juventus and Liverpool in the most dramatic of circumstances in the European Cup-Winners Cup and the FA Cup.
Can you imagine the Arsenal of today maintaining that sort of standard over so many matches in such a short space of time? I’ll leave that question hanging in the air, uncomfortable with the likely consensus.
A quick apology is in order for the confusion that followed the move of this site to a plush new home in the last day or two. It seems the old home was not letting us leave easily, and there were two versions of ‘holic on the go for at least part of yesterday. Hopefully that has all settled down today, but if any of you lost comments let me apologise. Let me know if you have any issues going forward.
Anyway, for those who are enjoying the holiday this weekend I hope you avoid plumbing issues like the plague. Of course lots of people will be working to ensure we have the opportunity to worship at the altar of commercialism, and there are religions that do not have the same festival. Wherever you are, and whatever you are doing, have a happy and a healthy weekend.
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