It's like coming home.

Thursday, Friday, Matchday... Woke up at 7am and nearly jumped out my bed - but then realised how early it was. 8am. 9am. 10am - sod it. Quick shower and that, colours on and off we trot.

Made it on the 376 just in time, empty bus - big grin on the driver's face when I got on. 20 minutes to Upton Park, the nearer I got to the ground the bigger my smile got. Off to pub #1 for a pint, on to the next one for another one (warm-up that was) and then (eventually) the Boleyn. F*ck me.

Old sad moaners around me in BML, could have heard a needle drop most of the time, and everyone sitting. Shame.

... more to come but I'm off now for meetings.