We did a tiny bit of tourist trail, then found ourselves eating the now traditional Yorkshire Pudding Roast Beef Wrap, before retiring to watch the end of the first 20:20 semi final in the Crowne Plaza downstairs bar. A quick taxi ride later and we were outside the ground. Displaying a politeness and question construction not seen outside a football ground since the 1880's, G2 established that the Coventry people should proceed in an orderly fashion through the field to the away end entrance.
Inside the ground, the 416 sky blue faithful were on fairly good form. The team: Ireland (non Irish Aussie replacing Westwood at the last minute) Fox (King of the free kick) Dann (England's number 5) Ward (newly shorn) Steve Wright (in the afternoon) Julian Gray (no really, he's conned another manager into thinking he's the answer to the left side of midfield) Gunnarson (large chunky midfield destroyer) Boozy (in theory the silky ball player) Tabb (Superhobbit) Best (Loves a 4-5-1) Eastwood (wheels on my house go round and round)
Match summary: Eastwood popped one in the bottom corner early doors, the Fox hit a cracking free kick to make it 2 nil at half time. Second half, Freddy showed genuine class inside the box to make it 3-0, then they had a drinks break, then we gave them a penalty which Ireland volleyballed in to make it 3-1. Then the ref blew for full time, and the teams stayed on the pitch to warm down and hold what looked like a seance in the centre circle.
Man of the match: Freddy Show pony award: Julian Gray Crowd summary: Good natured, good version of Happy Birthday to the fat bloke at the back of the stand, and an amusingly abandoned version of "You can't read, you can't write but that don't really matter" when it was pointed out that "It's Cambridge, I can assure you that they can read and write, it's Cambridge" 416 in the away end apparently. Not bad for an away non-glamourous pre-season friendly. Roll on Norwich on the 9th at the Ricoh
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