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sarahxLondon Hibs 1 Norwich City 0
26 March 2006
As a cup semifinal this was always going to be a bit tasty.... And, despite allegedly retiring a couple of years ago, John Leslie (or, as the tabloids insist on calling him, 'sex and drugs shame John Leslie') was in the Hibs goal, even though yesterday's Sun said he'd flogged his London houses and moved back to his mum's in Edinburgh as he's skint.
I was running the line, and fortunately the worst of the misbehaviour happened at the end where I wasn't. Even more fortunately, as the heavens opened just after the final whistle, it didn't go to extra time, thanks to one of the Norwich players squandering a golden chance right at the end. It was very overcast, though – it's maybe five minutes as the jet flies from Heathrow, but the clouds were so low that the planes thundering overhead could only be heard, not seen.
Yet more proof that footballers are stupid, mind – the Norwich players bellyached at me that the Hibs goal was offside. One of their defenders was on the goal line with the keeper. And they say girls don't know the offside rule? Go figure.
I had the whole of the ladies' changing area to myself – two changing rooms, eight showers and five loos. More than enough for little ol' me.
It was lovely and warm – the heating's obviously still on full thermonuclear for the January temperatures we've been having recently, and hadn't been turned down to complement the more temperate level it was today. Very lovely. That's the Civil Service for you.
The loos were reasonably clean, and lots of loo roll. There was even a choice of paper towels or pointless hot air dryer!
However, the cleaners clearly don't look very closely – there were loads of mud spatters down the outside of the cubicle nearest the sink, where people had cleaned their boots (naughty, naughty). It's evidently not on their list of things to clean, so they didn't. Hmmm.
Score: 7.5/10. More than adequate.
26 March 2006
As a cup semifinal this was always going to be a bit tasty.... And, despite allegedly retiring a couple of years ago, John Leslie (or, as the tabloids insist on calling him, 'sex and drugs shame John Leslie') was in the Hibs goal, even though yesterday's Sun said he'd flogged his London houses and moved back to his mum's in Edinburgh as he's skint.
I was running the line, and fortunately the worst of the misbehaviour happened at the end where I wasn't. Even more fortunately, as the heavens opened just after the final whistle, it didn't go to extra time, thanks to one of the Norwich players squandering a golden chance right at the end. It was very overcast, though – it's maybe five minutes as the jet flies from Heathrow, but the clouds were so low that the planes thundering overhead could only be heard, not seen.
Yet more proof that footballers are stupid, mind – the Norwich players bellyached at me that the Hibs goal was offside. One of their defenders was on the goal line with the keeper. And they say girls don't know the offside rule? Go figure.
I had the whole of the ladies' changing area to myself – two changing rooms, eight showers and five loos. More than enough for little ol' me.
It was lovely and warm – the heating's obviously still on full thermonuclear for the January temperatures we've been having recently, and hadn't been turned down to complement the more temperate level it was today. Very lovely. That's the Civil Service for you.
The loos were reasonably clean, and lots of loo roll. There was even a choice of paper towels or pointless hot air dryer!
However, the cleaners clearly don't look very closely – there were loads of mud spatters down the outside of the cubicle nearest the sink, where people had cleaned their boots (naughty, naughty). It's evidently not on their list of things to clean, so they didn't. Hmmm.
Score: 7.5/10. More than adequate.
