“Do you fancy Bury St. Edmunds v Lewes on Saturday then?” was my opening suggestion to the team.
“Hmm…I’m not sure” they answered. I could see the cogs in their mind working, thinking about the Greene King IPA that runs on tap like water..”We could do Calais…5pm kick off, £25 on the ferry AND 6 free bottles of Lambrini – that will be our wives Christmas presents sorted”. I wasn’t so sure. A trip across the water would mean I would have to drive, and I didn’t have the motivation for that, watching Mr Last et al quaff various French beers whilst I had a bar of Côte D’or for company in the car.
Then I had an idea – let’s go retro. Let’s start visiting some of the Football League clubs again. After all, when was the last time we were told were to sit, when to stand, what to say and so on? Well, apart from at West Ham a few weeks ago…oh and Wembley before that and then there’s Danny’s season ticket in the North Stand at The Amex..but you get my point. So we looked in the crystal ball and one name popped up – Leyton Orient.
I’ve always had a soft spot for the O’s since childhood. They were one of the few teams that thought about kit rather than shirt design. The classic Admiral number, up there with Coventry City’s famous brown kit had those red tram lines down the front that looked so smart. And during the 80’s they had a team and a half. Ralph “combover” Coates, ex-West Ham players Mervyn Day, Tommy Taylor, Billy Jennings, Patsy Holland (what modern player would get away with a name like that!) and Tunji Banjo. They even had room for Carl Hoddle, Glenn’s crap brother. But it was their dashing wingers that had people streaming through the gates of Brisbane Road. On the flank was Nigerian John Chiedozie, who had taken over the number 11 jersey from Laurie Cunnigham who went on to be a huge success at Real Madrid (being their first ever English signing). Exciting times indeed. Continue reading