When Saturday Comes

Even Dick Turpin would not have got from York to Swansea in time for the game but I did eventually hear the airwaves hiss and crackle with the sound of match commentary as I buzzed south of Donnington.

Back on native soil and listening to local radio commentary I felt I had come home - back to The Home Of English Football - Coventry City.

We win, we draw, we lose and usually we lose a few more.

We are perennial non-achievers with very little cash to bargain with playing out of a first class stadium in which we are merely sitting tenants and a heap of other stuff that can best be described as "average" including our support but excluding supporters.

I guess I follow Coventry because I was born there and my Dad is a big fan or is it because growing up in the Seventies ALL my mates were Cov fans and everyone went to the match on Saturday afternoon ?

As a vertically challenged teenager it certainly fely like most of Coventry was crammed behind that goal, anyway.

Or...Sky Blue is a really cool colour and what is there not to like about elephants.

It matters not. Like you I am cursed to support Coventry City always and I cannot wait for the game tomorrow - because it is another game and like all games - we could win.
As someone once said - winning is not anything - it is everything.

It is also the wife's birthday. Her present ?
Tickets for the game of course - I wonder who she will go with.

What else you gonna do on a Saturday ?
While We Sing Together