The Wanderer - issue 119 - http://www.wwisc.co.uk/

Away Day Travels on the road with our mum and
Jonny P or something (but no Colin this time).
MILTON KEYNES
A (nearly) full coach set off up north to Franchise F.C. and there
were a few notable regulars missing. As a result we had Teresa,
Phil, Pat and Roy running the show and as expected, they took to
it like the true professionals that years of doing this sort of thing
has trained them well for.
With the journey being shorter than usual, the food had to be
ordered in triple quick time and we phoned ahead with just
seconds to spare. OK, we’re exaggerating, but time always puts
pressure on the shorter away trips.
We arrived at the quiet country pub and, with nowhere to easily
park, there were concerns that the place wasn’t going to be big
enough. It was certainly tight, with many people pointing out to
Phil the ‘Mind Your Head’ signs (he is 9” 3’ in fairness), but there
was plenty of seating. Only three ales were on tap, with the Black
Sheep proving marginally more popular than the Loddon.
The food soon arrived and all options looked pretty tasty. Teresa
was her usual selfless, er, self, requesting her meal come out last
so she could ensure everyone else was accommodated. This didn’t
go down too well with Phil and Steve though, who’d also ordered
the Scampi and were in danger of wasting away to nothing.
That didn’t happen, obviously, and we left well fed and watered,
making the stadium in good time. The old joke about ‘turning left
at McDonald’s’ reared up again, largely because the entire place
was a MKDonalds.
Ah, Franchise football, don’t you just love it? No. You don’t and
you shouldn’t, especially not today. Decent pub though.
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