Perfect Day

Heaven is a Racecourse Saturday

No.10 - RICH WILLIAMS (SUMMERHILL)

Get up? Probably around 10.00, depending if I was out the previous evening which is very unlikely.

Then? Grab the controller and switch on the telly, watching Soccer AM from 10.00 to 11.00, then play on Championship Manager and listen to REM while scoffing Coco-Pops. Have a wash and clean my teeth at 11.15.

Lunchtime? Eat tomato soup, and drink coke, then run back upstairs to play Championship Manager but this time a compilation tape (I make them myself…sad, eh!)

Pre-match? Call my mate, and mosey on down to the Racecourse via my Mum. Get my big black bag ready with treats.

Pre-match inside the Racecourse? Frantically flick through the programme, searching for Brian Flynn’s comments. Make my way through the hustling and bustling crowds (ha, ha), and get my seat in the paddock. Chat to my mate about everything and anything.

1st half? Usually eyes are still glued to the programme, but I look up whenever Connolly has the ball at his magic feet. Occasionally look at my watch. Nothing happens much in the 1st half.

Half-time? Stand up, look greedily inside my big bag for goodies, and chat with my mate.

2nd half? Cheer, chant, shout, scream, wave, whistle, etc.

Immediate post-match? Scowl at away supporters if we lost, or pull tongues if we won. Then gently jog up to the tennis centre where my Dad awaits.

Teatime? Drop my mate off in Gwersyllt, then go home. Run upstairs to do my RP match report, then around 5.45 turn on the telly to laugh at Chester losing. Then eat my tea. 

Evening? Go to the cinema if I’m up to it, but I usually just have a couple of cans of Wrexham Lager and listen to my music and watch UK Gold or Paramount until midnight when I slump into my comfy bed.

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