I try to be organised, I really do. Yet, I somehow always manage to forget something. This time I forgot two things; our seat numbers and money. Let me explain how I forgot the seat numbers first.
At Reading, there is a marvelous system where you stick your membership card into the card reader at the turnstile and you are let into the stadium. It means you can never lose your tickets for the game (you can lose your membership card but I’ve not managed to do that). This means you just need to keep your card in your wallet and just turn up and get in. However, I’m not a season ticket holder and so the seat number will be different each time you buy a ticket for a game. There is no way of getting the seat number off the card so you have to make a note of the seat number (on a ticket sized piece of paper for example) and bring this note with you.
So I forget to bring the piece of paper with me, and remember on the car on the way to the ground. Due to the wonders of the internet I was able to resolve this issue. I phoned my Dad and asked him to log into my GMail account and find the email confirmation with the seat numbers on it. I think the only other alternative would have been to wait for the game to start and take the only two empty seats left in the stand.
Of course, having all the valuable information about seats on the membership cards means that they are far too valuable to leave in your wallet in case it is stolen, dropped or left in my draw at work. This lead me to not having any money on me when I got to the ground. When I carefully remembered to put my cards into my wallet, I realised that the wallet was overfull with receipts and other bits of rubbish that I seem to aquire, so I took out all the receipts and other bits of rubbish and a £20 note. A £20 note I had carefully remembered to put in my wallet the night before.
Anyway, the game was forgetful from a Reading point of view, but Arsenal were very good indeed and I hate to say it, a pleasure to watch. Ryan particularly liked it because we were five rows from the front and got very close to Kingsley the mascot. The highlight for me was a chorus of “oxf*rd off mourihino” when Stephen Hunt was unjustly told off by the ref for closing down a Arsenal player (It was a fair challenge and the only reason the ref was having a go was because Mourhinio had painted Hunt just so).
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