Lincoln v Birmingham at half twelve on a Saturday, so the fans get to queue for pies before breakfast has even settled. Brilliant. Nothing says football like a kick-off timed for the convenience of the telly people and the sad little hangover brigade. Mark my words, somebody will get booked for a dive in the first ten minutes and we’ll all pretend it’s the most important sporting event since Agincourt.
Lincoln v Birmingham at half twelve on a Saturday, so the fans get to queue for pies before breakfast has even settled. Brilliant. Nothing says football like a kick-off timed for the convenience of the telly people and the sad little hangover brigade. Mark my words, somebody will get booked for a dive in the first ten minutes and we’ll all pretend it’s the most important sporting event since Agincourt.