There are many challengers. Hull, Burnley, Everton, QPR, for the worst away day in the Premier League but after this weekends game, we have a clear winner. Watford Away. Vicarage Road.
Lets set the scene.
Just a 20 minute train journey from Euston. It is like an away day, but not really an away day.
The stadium is a long old walk from the station, with a half way stop at the Moon Under Water. A pub that moonlights as a sauna. Usually a Weatherspoon’s has beer stained carpets. The Moon Under Water has sweat stained.
You then get to the stadium, and what they have done after recent refurbishment is shocking.
For away fans, there is ONE entrance. Un. Uno. Um. Eins. Unus. Odin. Jeden. 1.
So you have a few thousand away fans trying to get through a single door. and that is what the entrance is. A single door like you are entering a shop. It is only when you go through the door you reach the turnstiles. Four of them.
Now what idiot designed this? Usually turnstiles are on the outside. Giving you 4 ways to get in. At Vicarage Road, we had to go through this sodding door, one by one, and then have the 4 turnstiles. It was pointless.
I have never queued to get in a game before. But a half hour queue to get into Watford meant I missed the first 10 minutes. Despite getting to the stadium at 14:40. Disgraceful organisation.
Then you have the Watford fans. They think they are Borussia Dortmund. But they are not, they are not even Crystal Palace.
Sat silently throughout the 1st half. Plenty of empty seats despite the stadium being tiny. Zero atmosphere. Except for a bumble bee hitting a drum.
What crap club hires a bumble bee to his a drum for 90 minutes? Modern football at its finest.
Keep an eye on the bumble bee though. He is an embarrassment. Diving to the ground feigning injury whenever a player is down injured. Mocking players like Nacho Monreal who were actually injured. The bumble bee probably thinks its banter. Thinks it is hilarious. But he isn’s. He is just a sad man (or woman) in a bumble bee outfit hitting a drum.
At half time, there was no beer. This does my head in and is coming to more and more grounds. No beer. Thanks guys.
Some point in the second half the Watford fans woke up. For all of 20 seconds. We have all seen the cringey Crystal Palace Ultras. Watford have tried to mimic this. But it is even worse. About 30 blocks in a single block with flags who made noise for 20 seconds lead by their bumble bee hero.
An odd bunch of fans who cheered and mocked when Jack Wilshere was rightly booked. But threw their toys out of the pram whenever a decision went against them, decisions which the referee got completely right.
Watching their fans running along the side lines to have a go at the linesman was hilarious. Especially the fat bird in a Watford shirt 2 sizes too small with her arm in a sling.
I had to laugh when she stuck 2 fingers up at The Arsenal fans when Watford got 1 back. It was 3-1. Well done love.
Then is comes to the final whistle. 6 exits. So we have 6 exits and one entrance. Kind of highlights that Vicarage Road is a place built to leave, not to enter. Then we have the half hour walk home. Via the sweaty Weatherspoon’s.
The away day only saved by The Flag near Watford Junction Station.
I would not be too upset when Watford go down this season.