A trip to the Vicarage

Watford has never been a happy hunting ground, SBJ has been many times, I only the once, but never has a win been witnessed. Until now.

The UCC were joined by Uncle Bulgaria for his first away trip of the season, with Madame Cholet in tow. We also hijacked a Charlton fan for the evening, who quite literally had nothing better to do, along with a Leeds fan who wanted to watch some proper football, so the six of us bought some refreshments and made our way from Euston to the end of the line. Or so Watford junction seemed.

A quick taxi to the ground, and a reminder that the Ricoh is a truly marvellous arena. Our view was lofty, and the atmosphere in the away end loud and passionate.

An early goal, as Klingon shot low into the corner from outside the box. Last season, I would have written that Mrs Doyle shot low into the corner flag from outside the box, so at least we've made some progress. Delight all round at a deserved lead.

Then Watford realised what we've suspected all season. That we are unable to keep a clean sheet (KeepMoat excepted). Two goals from the Hornets swung the balance around completely. No need for details here, just half close your eyes and look the other way, and you'll have done an impression of Oh Lord.

Half time arrived, unlike the half time beer, as the Vicarage doesn't serve any.

Second half saw more comedy defending, and Comedy Roadshow having a shocker. Watford could have scored a couple, but Vivienne was on top form, having an outstanding game. Angie popped up with a neat double, and the game was won. Did we deserve it? Maybe. Did we have the better defence? No, both were poor. Did we have the better keeper? Definitely - we need to keep him in January.

So, up to tenth and three points off third place. Odd league again this season.

We walked back into the throbbing heart of Watford for a beer or two before catching the train and found one of the local "places to be". We introduced ourselves to the barstaff and customer, and settled in for an hour. Must have been unhappy hour in Watford, or there was some sort of curfew, as the place was deader than Blackpool in December.

Onwards and upwards - Leicester awaits.