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Its
8.30am at Haywards Heath station, and McCarthy
pulls the first Bruce of the day
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Wright
has cleverly bought along a set of pork pies
to help with the early alcohol consumption start
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A
fine day as we pull out of Haywards Heath
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Potter
was drinking orange Powerade today, which caused
a minor stir among his fellow Crocs
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McCarthy
enjoys his pastry
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Tower
Bridge in all her glory as we arrive in London
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You
can only imagine that this station is named
after Potters ridiculous hair cut
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McCarthy
completes his litre of Smirnoff Ice to add to
his four cans of cider before Wetherspoons is
entered
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Potter
struggles to operate a simple device such as
a camera following his delegation to video duty
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Stepney
Green was to be where our Wetherspoons breakfast
was taken at around 10am
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Ironically,
Wetherspoons man was in Wetherspoons
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Rumble
heads to the bar
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Wright
enjoys the beer and burger offer
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McCarthy
meanwhile goes for the more traditional option
of a breakfast sandwich
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While
Potters food is yet to arrive
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When
it does, he enjoys a Full English complete with
white bacon
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Potter
studies the tube match in an attempt to work
out where we are going
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While
McCarthy knows exactly where, ensuring that
no cock ups, and hence no blows to the face
where neccesary today
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This
sign denoted that surprisingly, the people of
Leyton could read
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Lionel
Ritchie was the owner of the Coach and Horses,
our pre-game watering hole
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Outside
the stadium, and this police officer is only
too happy to pose for a photo
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Potter
attempts to insert his head into Wrights rectum,
in what he claimed was an attempt at flag erection
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One
stand behind the goal
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The
new stand, replacing the car park that stood
here last year
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The
main stand
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Wright
looks forward to his first away game of the
season
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Potter
looks homosexual
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McCarthy
looks happy to be alive
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The
pink Seagull had been erected in all her glory
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These
blue and white balloons welcome the team onto
the pitch
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The
Albion side prepare for kick off
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Brentford
legend Stuart Nelson was in goal for Orient
today
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This
steward has the best job in the world, as he
manhandles a streaker off of the pitch
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Wright
is soon tucking into his second pie of the day
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While
McCarthy described todays lubricated penis as
"a tad moist"
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These
lucky flat owners had a fine view over the game
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Brighton
make it 1-1 in the second half
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A
Matt Richards free-kick about to be totally
cocked up
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The
team celebrate a point at the end of the game
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Ironically,
this taxi had been clamped for parking near
the ground
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McCarthy
and Potter enjoy the tube trip to Chancery Lane
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We
struggle to find our intended pub, The Griffin,
so a water stop has to be taken in the street
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Unfortunately,
splashback was the result
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The
journey is not in vein though, as we get to
see John Thurloes former house
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And
we managed to frequent a Wetherspoons as well
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Off
to Leicester Square, where our intended plan
of a beer and burger at Wetherspoons backfired
as we became lost
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After
visiting the London Victoria Wetherspoons, we
enjoy a beer and burger - combining a McDonalds
with a can of Strongbow
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McCarthy
tucks into his Big Mac, unaware he is going
to lose his wallet at some point in the next
hour
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The
girl in aqua was very fit, and her friend looked
like Wolves legend Don Goodman, which was a
fine combination
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We
finally arrive back at Haywards Heath at 8.20
- a mere 12 hours after setting off, and minus
McCarthys wallet
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