The Après Match
Feb. 9th, 2014 11:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustWe dined last night in Sunderland with a group of my cousins who come north once a year to see the lads play at home. We were a party of ten: three brothers, two wives, three grandchildren, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
durham_rambler and me. We talked about plans, and absent siblings, and our various work / life balances, and at half time I changed ends and talked books, music and films.
We didn't talk much about the match. Sunderland had had a player sent off four minutes into the game, and had not distinguished themselves thereafter. "To think," said my cousin R., "that I got up at five o' clock and drove 300 miles for that!"
"I," said the lady at the next table, "flew in from Switzerland for that!"
durham_rambler and me. We talked about plans, and absent siblings, and our various work / life balances, and at half time I changed ends and talked books, music and films.We didn't talk much about the match. Sunderland had had a player sent off four minutes into the game, and had not distinguished themselves thereafter. "To think," said my cousin R., "that I got up at five o' clock and drove 300 miles for that!"
"I," said the lady at the next table, "flew in from Switzerland for that!"
