By David Barber. Wednesday, 28 March 2007.
The superfan clocked up another eight games last week, taking him up to a lifetime total of 5,268. He was one of a dozen or so people who saw two games in Wembley on Saturday - England U21s v Italy at the new Wembley Stadium, swiftly followed by Wembley v Epsom in the Combined Counties League at Vale Farm.
Here are the scores: Covent Garden 4 Obolon 7, England 3 Italy 3 (U21s), Wembley 5 Epsom & Ewell 0, West London Phoenix 1 Dynamo Ealing 1, Dynamo Ealing 2 West London Phoenix 0, Nastaran 1 Turl Street Wanderers 0, Morley Fund Management 3 Athletico Chips 0, Origin 9 Brewin Dolphin 0.
Yes, Covent Garden is a place we normally associate with ballet and opera but they have a football team too. In their blue and white striped shirts they were comfortable at 2-2 at half-time but ended up losing 7-4.
The first game at the old Wembley became known as "The White Horse Final" after PC George Scorey on his white horse "Billy" had famously helped to clear spectators off the pitch to allow the Bolton v West Ham Cup Final to start in 1923. (No, I wasn’t there. I was just too young.)
Last week I suggested to a friend that, in order to maintain a Wembley tradition, we might go to Saturday’s game as the two ends of a pantomime white horse. I even volunteered to be the back end. But he looked at me as though I’d gone completely mad. Which I had, of course.
Then "The Barber" took a one-stop tube ride to Greenford and a short walk to Birkbeck College, where Nastaran were due to play Turl Street Wanderers in the West End Sunday PM League Premier Division. This only had one goal, unusual for Sunday League, but it was a cracking free-kick into the top corner. I even got a picture of it from close range.
A team called "Origin" were three goals up after just six minutes as they demolished Brewin Dolphin 9-0 at Market Road last night. Unfortunately, Origin’s No.4 looked as though he’d demolished his right knee in a 50-50 challenge and it took a whole hour for an ambulance to arrive. Lying motionless at the touchline, the poor chap was getting pretty cold by then.