Pace Is The Trick

It is a good thing that Wycombe are at home to Shrewsbury this weekend as an away trip to Shropshire would see a visit to a plastic new ground straight out of the Sixfields catalogue of sigh. No word yet as to whether the Shrews have installed a Frankie & Benny’s in the car park to suck out the remaining 3% of your soul but it can’t be far away. I can already hear the frozen margarita humming up the A5.

No, they will be playing at Adams Park tomorrow, an arena that has now added poignancy to its autumn leaves. The knowledge that a stadium built in 1990, and with just 17 years of sweating, heaving memories, is already all but condemned has added a sepia tint to everything that happens there, like flying Concorde to Tonbridge just for the hell of it.

The inevitable phalanx of corporate retail outlets that will surround the NEW GROUND is something that leads only to vast depression. There is no sicker sight in the 21st Century than that of nylon-clad automatons traipsing into a chain pub to drink chain drinks and chain talk to their chain friends. Two for one Budweiser at half twelve and free onion rings if you’re heterosexual. Is this what we fought for? My dreams are shimmering with revolution already.

21.09.2007. 12:25

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