it is saturday.
it is five to two.
can mean one thing.
time for me and The Teen (with The Enemy and her mum following on) to walk down Coniston Road, cut along Thirlmere and then down Grasmere to the legend that is Oakwell.
same route each game. same programme seller, same 50/50 seller, same entrance, same seat.
full of misguided optimism, bets placed, hopes raised, ready to be dashed. whatever the result, back there next home game to cheer the Super Reds yet again.