Princes Park, 04/12/2022

At the start of play, this was top against third. We’ve seen Saints play London City in a couple of friendlies either side of the Covid interruptions, the first was a narrow loss, the second was a draw. Now it was the real thing.

The only problem was we weren’t going to be able to listen to much of it as we had a day of furniture moving to do. So by the time the game kicked off I had been battered and bruised moving a huge sofa down three flights of stairs periodically being smashed into a wall by a 6’6’’ American from the Bronx. Being bigger and stronger than me as I struggled to keep hold of the sofa, he would shift it and I’d be slammed into the wall again. Amazingly my glasses, which were knocked off my face more than once, didn’t break, and unlike the wall my face didn’t end up with a big dent in it. My shoulders were hurting, my hands were sore, but one sofa had been taken to the dump, along with a lot of our garage contents, and another three big armchairs moved from one house to another.