Crewe Alexandra

“You have reached you’re destination” is a statement that generally tends to means I have made it to where I am going, however, when I heard it on Saturday it signalled the start of just a little tremor of panic as there was not a single playing field, or university campus in sight. “You have reached you’re destination” the robotic female voice repeated. Well, unless we were playing on the pavement outside 32, Windsor Gardens then I was definitely in the wrong place. 45 minutes to kick off and I was in darkest Peru. (actually I was just the other side of Alsager but that is nowhere near as dramatic!). It could have been worse though, I could have been following the coach which apparently went to Gresty Road (or the Alexandra Stadium as it is now known) :-) And you all thought it was only me that could get lost!

After just a tiny, tiny bit of muttering I frantically punched the postcode into the satnav again and was redirected to MMU Cheshire. I told the electronic navigator that it had done well to get us so near but that I expected a better end product from it in the future (Emma Jenks 2006/7/8/9……).

We eventually parked up and wandered aimlessly around looking for the pitches (no doubt much to the amusement of my satnav) until two of the Crewe parents very kindly pointed us in the right direction. “Take the next left, follow the road to the right and in 200 metres you will have reached your destination” they said. Hmmmmm where had I heard that before? As it turned out the last part of the journey was relatively straight forwards - we just followed the noise until the darting black and white shirts came into view.

I couldn’t help noticing the molehills that were scattered around and not being a “country lad” in any way, shape, or form I found myself fascinated by those little piles of soil all over the place. “I’ve got this mole ya know…..” Jasper Carrott used to say back in the days when he was funny (well before the “Goldenballs” television show that he currently presents had been devised). I waited patiently throughout the game for a mole to pop up just as we were due to take a penalty but alas it was not to be. The gentle footfalls of our players must have kept them all hiding deep, deep underground. How much would David Beckham (how slick is that link?) have paid to have had a mole as an excuse when he “slipped” taking that penalty?

Anyway, enough of this, I don’t want to make a mountain out of a molehill. (groan)

Trivia Alert…a group of moles is called a labour (or labor as Lucy would pronounce it now!)!

Rumour Central…There was a mention on Century Radio for the Centre. Anyone admitting to doing it?

Well done girls, some excellent results this weekend. Next up are Hull at Salford. Surely by now I can find our home ground easily. Surely.