Saturday is for football

Already slightly irritated that I left it too late to buy Newcastle tickets, I ventured into town this morning to buy Easter Eggs. It was heaving. People shoving, fighting for car parking spaces and stomping around with miserable faces. It was grim stuff and made me realise something: Saturdays are for football. Whether we win, lose or draw this afternoon, those hardy souls that have made the trek up north will have missed out on the shops. And that's a victory in itself.