Something blue . . .
ADI Mowles, the chairman of the Peterborough Independent Association (PISA), recalls the best away trip of the season: US Posh fans who regularly travel away often moan that the Football League does not treat us very well with our early season fixtures.
Many years ago we got Torquay in August which meant a great weekend away but in recent years the delights of some various miserable, northern industrial towns have been our destination.
So, it was with great delight we saw Blackpool was our first away game this season.
Within a couple of days rooms were booked in a B & B for the Friday. An early start was essential so we could have the Friday and Saturday nights on the town and then a drive home from the Las Vegas of the North on the Sunday after the game.
Booking in at the hotel was made easier by having a few beers while doing so, then it was on to the nearest bar - a frankly sleezy place where even at that time (mid-afternoon) the music was ear damagingly loud, the clientele very drunk, the floor so sticky you felt the need to change your shoes on leaving and the hen parties in full flow.
The standard of ‘ladies’ enjoying themselves was, it has to be said, astonishingly poor. It seemed it was compulsory to be over made up, to smoke like a chimney, swear like a docker and wear clothes that were obviously originally purchased in Mothercare as they were clearly way too small.
Yep, you’ve got it half of Liverpool’s classier birds were in town.
We visited several bars that evening that quickly changed into the morning and the quality of hen party did not improve at all, but it became quite fun to watch while downing ridiculous amounts of strong lager and jager bombs.
Anyway the Friday night/saturday morning came and went and it seemed a sensible option to continue with this reprehensible drinking the next day while enjoying the fantastic weather and delights of the premier seaside resort of the UK . . . yeah right.
It seemed strange hearing the lat- est scores and match reports during the day without a game to go to. Posh were everywhere around town and at night every pub was full of sun-burnt Peterborians.
By two in the morning I and some others were flagging, but a kebab or two always helps in that situation and so it proved.
Sunday morning arrived, the two previous days antics had caught up with us all to be honest and so some poorly boys and girls went for a walk on one of the piers, once again many Posh were to be seen and hangover comparisons were commonplace.
The nearest Wetherspoons was calling, as anyone will tell you the best hangover cure is more strong lager ,and so it proved.
A sports lounge even smaller than the one in Peterborough was our next visit for a few more, but really everyone in our group just wanted kick-off to come round.
After what seemed like a week the game arrived. Posh played very well, should have been two or three up but a combination of poor goalkeeping and Kevin ‘Bloody’ Phillips meant we lost our first away game of the season.
No Posh fan was too despondent afterwards as we had clearly shown our play was comparable to a team that was playing in the Premiership only a few months before.
Pretty much that game summed up our season in so much as we were not in any way embarrassed, played some great stuff but were found out by some experienced players and better finishers.
Avoiding relegation was our aim as a club, and this was achieved.
And I think although everyone is now ready for a rest, next season can’t come around quickly enough.
A busy summer awaits those at the club but they all deserve our praise as do the amazing supporters who have travelled in such great numbers to Posh away games all season. Roll on next season,
Keep it Posh
EXCITING: Young Charlie Coulson is one to watch.