York City

hi, i'm gonna blog about thursday cos it was interesting....

before that, i had an interesting radio show today as the computer system was misbehaving massively and kept sticking during songs.... it involved lots of apologising, ad-libbing and "staying professional".. and playing Bryan Ferry "Let's Stick Together" It proved to be an interesting show as a lot had happened to wake up to this morning, including a car bomb in New York and the game of snooker being brought into disrepute... which is a very sad and staggering to believe story.. as john higgins is not only number one in the world, but also a model professional / perfect role-model. Or was, anyway. Very sad... especially as snooker is one sport you don't associate with that kind of thing. I wonder if he rigged the game he lost against Steve Davis.

Thursday, I went to the footy with my mates. But it was no ordinary football match. It was special for being York City's play-off semi-final, and attracted a sell-out crowd to the stadium.. which is very rare! And I was going along working for the BBC.. which was a dream.

It was absolutely chucking it down too... which meant I walked there with my BBC microphone hidden in my inside pocket (by the way, the microphone is a pulling tool, and is the coolest thing to carry round cos its blue and has BBC on in massive letters.. it's like carrying a big blue cock around)

Anyway, I was absolutely massively paranoid about this microphone. Even though they are very sturdy things, I had this paranoia, because I knew if I dropped it , it would be the end of the world... so I was huddling it in my inside pocket so no-one could see it... and then was paranoid getting into the stadium in the packed queues - paranoid that it would get squashed lol... which was just me being a pansy cos its a sturdy thing really...

Got into the ground...stood at the back... continued by paranoid pansy approach to people crushing against us and past us..... It's funny cos usually one of the best parts of a footy game is feeling free to jump against someone , push them whatever when it gets exciting.... but i was paranoid about being squashed...

Second half, moved places, due to paranoia, to one end of the stand, though it was still packed there.

Ok, so I was being over-the-top protective.

In the last minute, some guy I recognise comes up to me and says hi and is really pleased to see me.

I can't reveal showing off, and letting him glimpse what was in my pocket (that's not a metaphor)

Showed him the microphone with its BBC in big letters. The guy, Terry, obviously had poor eyesight, as he questioned what it was, even though it was glaringly obvious....

so.... reluctantly, got it out of my pocket and showed him.....

at which point the crowd went wild, as our striker was unexpectedly given a chance. In the madness, I turned to look at the pitch, while quickly putting the microphone back in the inside pocket.

Only I missed my pocket and the mic dropped hard onto the floor then fell down four steps onto the wet floor amongst people's legs.

We scored a last minute winner, so everyone went wild.... including me , who was going wild, while also watching people madly jumping up and down all around the mic on the floor haha... which incidentally had lost its protective cover.

Bizarre.

The mic thankfully, despite its fall was not injured and continued to work. To my surprise when stood outside the ground interviewing fans after the game, goalscorer and match hero Richard Brodie walked past, so I got to interview him :-)