October 17th: Leicester City v Derby County (Championship)
The only thing worth mentioning from before the game is the unnecessary police escort that a large group of Derby fans have been given from the station. Near the ground, a police officer uses equally needless heavy-handedness to shove a group of four innocent people out of the herd's way. He offers the excuse that he's trying to avoid "winding this lot up", neatly ignoring the facts that a) the group he shoved are Derby fans, and b) the rounding up of football fans at railway stations and walking them to the ground surrounded by horses, police vans and jobsworth cunts as if they're convicted murderers being transferred from one high-security prison to another is more likely to wind them up than a small group of people walking nearby, particularly if the small group of people is wearing their colours.
The only thing worth mentioning from the game itself is the waking coma I slip into at some point during the astoundingly tedious second half. That and the fact that neither set of fans seems to give two shits about the game. Oh, and that it's manifestly not the 'sell-out' the club have been telling us about all week. The game finishes 0-0.
The only thing worth mentioning from after the game is a drink in that ropey, not-really-that-studenty student pub near the canal. Then I go home. And that's it.
Final score: Leicester 0 Derby 0
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