I got my first ever season ticket today for Oxford United. I went in with my jar of 5p coins and coppers to the receptionist, a snooty bitch who sent me outside to the ticket booths. These were all closed so I had to go back in and get said snooty bitch to raise herself from her seat and waddle off to 'find someone'. I was then sent back out.
After that it was much nicer. I filled my forms in and I was taken out to be shown a selection of seats in the family area. I've got a cracking pair of seats for me and my son - great views of the pitch and near the stairs for the inevitable trips to the loo halfway through the second half. I also got a mini guided tour which I unfortunately had to cut short due to the nuisance of the day job.
Still, it was all very nice and jolly and I am more enthused than ever about this. Plus I have had the implant inserted into my brain which tells me that Oxford will definitely win promotion this season and have a sensational cup run, narrowly losing out to one of the top four teams in the quarter finals.
Hmm, misplaced optimism, regular disappointment, the lemming-like desire to do it all over again time after time. There's a lot of common ground between football and politics.
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