Up at half four in the morning and leaving Newcastle by 6am, it was a rough start to the day. 6 and a bit hours on the coach soon went by thanks to the beer flowing through the bus and we arrived at some posh little quaint town called Theale, just outside Reading, where they charged us £3.50 for a pint of fosters. Bastards. They were very friendly though, and made me one of the nicest bacon sarnies I’ve ever had, even if that was expensive too. Locals in the pub were friendly enough, as they went about their glory hunting ways watching the Arsenal-Chelsea match on TV.
2 hours to kick off, 5 miles outside of Reading and not one Reading fan in site. Do they even exist?
Get to the ground about half an hour before kick off, managing to sneak past the stewards with my U-16s ticket, full of optimism. This soon fades as the match kicks off, as it lulls both sets of fans into a near comatose state. Fear not, the fucking drum in the home end soon woke us up. Bastard.
2nd half was better from the neutral point of view, as we went behind, only to silence their shitty goal music about 90 seconds later through a stunning Demba Ba volley. 1-1 and we were still playing shite. More poor defending allowed them to get ahead again before Demba handled us level, 2-2. Few other chances for us after this, as Shane Ferguson and Santon looked threatening down the left hand side. Good goalkeeping from Harper kept us in it, as Reading hit the bar in the dying minutes.
Full Time 2-2, shit point away to a shit team that we should’ve shit on. Still, there was a 6 hour return trip to look forward to. The beer soon came back out, the tunes started banging out and it flew past again, as we danced and sung our way into the night.
Great trip, shit game. Same old Newcastle away game!