I really feel for a Southend supporting friend at work this afternoon, he was telling me last night that his marriage could be in danger after he had promised his missus that he would do some essential DIY at home instead of following the blues to Accrington Stanley but had just got a call from his mate who told him that his place on the minibus was booked, so obviously he had to go :)
The game itself was called off for a waterlogged pitch at 1.30pm which probably meant he was in an Accrington pub getting ready for the game when he heard.
So a 400 mile round trip, no game to watch, and dinner in the dog when he gets home if she lets him in :)
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