At the Match

A dire two-all draw, salvaged by an overweight Australian with three minutes to go. I hadn't been to St James's for three years, and the only reason I was there today was because the ticket came free. Now I'm all grown up (and am not quite daft enough to blow £400 on a day-trip to Kiev, or take overnight buses to pre-season friendlies in Brussels) there are many things I'd rather do with £25 than watch eleven prima-donnas huff and puff their way around a pitch for ninety minutes.