Sorry but I am talking about last night’s football. It was a fraught night all round. Normally I travel up with my pal fellow Hatter Mick from the other side of Stroud. He couldn’t go so I was on my own and the journey both ways was full of hitches – accidents, road works and traffic. I eventually got to Luton in time but struggled to find a parking spot. I got into the ground with about 15 minutes to spare dreading what one of the best teams in the world would do to my beloved Hatters. What a game it turned out going toe to toe with Arsenal coming back twice and even going ahead. At 3-3 as we watched biting our nails the added time tick down. A silly mistake gave Arsenal the chance to get the ball into the box and with the last action their £105 million headed a cruel winner. The collective groan of thousands of people told the story. So yes as sick as a parrot! I got home about 1.30 in the morning. My picture below is from a banner at the ground (I took 5 years ago) from my happiest moment as a Hatter when we beat Arsenal in the League Cup Final! If you read Fever Pitch it was Nick Hornby’s worst day of his football life! See I can mix a well known author with football. COYH!!!!!