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05 June 2006: Fancy A Pre-Season Trip To Glorious Glasgae Toon, Then?

Talk about Sod?s Law. There was this column, about to embark upon a summery rest of approximately seven weeks, and, after the late season?s various alarums and excursions, just about ready for a kip in true bat style, hanging upside-down from the rafters of our garden shed, when along comes ?Im Indoors, just as I?m about to set the old alarm clock to ?Mid-July? and hang a DO NOT DISTURB sign in a prominent position on the old door.

Most miffed, I was, until I heard the precise reason for his sudden interruption of my close-season plans: that man Sauce is the one primarily to blame, although our favourite football club should also take a fair share of the rap for ruining my summer-long doze. It now transpires that our coach-transporting Baggie chum is minded to take an overnight coach party of Baggies to the Motherwell pre-season friendly, which takes place on Sunday the 23rd of July. The game will mark our first visit to Motherwell since 1977, so this trip might be of considerable interest to those wanting to ?get the ground in?, as it were.

After he?d turned the air somewhat bluer with his not-unexpected use of Anglo-Saxon in liberal quantities, I finally got a handle on the deal. Sauce tells me that the plan is to take the long trip up the M6 to Scotland on Saturday, departing around 9 am, staying overnight in Glasgow, then proceeding to the friendly ? Motherwell isn?t all that far from the city, actually - the following day. Cost? Sauce reckons around 65 quid for the lot, which is why I?m giving his plans some unexpected close-season airtime on this site. Interested? Nothing whatsoever to do with me, Guv, so don?t bother trying to contact this column ? get in touch with the great man on 07790 396316 instead, and I?m sure he?ll be absolutely delighted to reveal all (ooer!).

Is that it, Sauce, and can I get back to my flaming kip, now? Oh, good. See you all in the Nationwide, come August, then. Now, remind me - where on earth did I put that blasted alarm-clock?

 - Glynis Wright

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