A thinly disguised begging letter
By Steve Gregory
Over the past few weeks as the season has drawn to a close and the heartbeat has been quickening, the remote Hornets fans have had to resort to some pretty desperate ways to keep in touch.
I recently moved to Rutland, further north than the Watford gap, ninety miles from the Vic. Here the local TV and radio news is of Leicester, Derby and Forest, of which we shall be playing at least one next season. When I cannot make the journey south on a Saturday or midweek home fixture then Hornet ingenuity comes into play.
As some of you may know, Three Counties Radio broadcasts on 104.5 FM, which is unfortunately the same frequency as BBC Derby! At the top of the hill just outside my village if I park the car in a certain spot I can just pick up the signal coming north from Luton. If I let the handbrake off and roll down the hill twenty yards, BBC Derby brass band transmissions drown out the sound of Crofty urging the 'Orns on.
Once the exact position has been established, I begin the transmisson relay two hundred miles further on to Northumbria. Dialing up Dave of Hexam on the car mobile, we share a virtual beer together, me in the car, him on the phone in his kitchen, both listening to the glorious march of EJ's Taylor Made Army. I tune in, he listens on the phone!
The next stage to global transmission has to be that Dave gets a handsfree phone and places his mobile next to it and dials....and so on.
BUT WE CAN'T BEAR IT ANY LONGER! WE NEED TO GET TO ST ANDREWS! OUR VISION NEEDS RESTORING!
ANYONE GOT ANY TICKETS FOR THE AWAY LEG?