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Since Tranmere Rovers last tasted notable success, 114 out of the other 115 teams in the top 5 divisions of English football have either been promoted or won a trophy. Yes, even Spurs! Fuck, even Labour won an election. I've witnessed 3 relegations and countless heartbreaks. My earliest childhood memory is my Grandad chuckling as Marc Bosnich broke Rovers hearts in the Coca-Cola Cup in '94
So, obviously, the year I decide to upsticks and move to the other side of the planet, giving up my season ticket of 21 years, the club decides to accumulate a record points total, reach a cup semi final and next Sunday (14th May) head to Wembley with a very real chance of promotion.
And so here I am, sat in Sydney, with the prospect of missing this (quite probably) once-in-a-lifetime event. The way I see it, I can either sit here scratching around for a half decent BT Sport stream on Kodi or I can cash in that English language B grade GCSE I worked so tirelessly for, and convince someone to commission this epic tale for their readership's delectation.
Blog, Vlog, livestream, hell, I'll even streak during the national anthem for a few quid, just get me to the game!
What this lacks in sex appeal, it more than makes up for in tragedy. 48 gnarly hours on a plane for a game of fifth tier football. There's a story to be told here, about love, and desperation, one that only exists in the relationship between a man and his one true love.
Basically, I'm selling my soul for a return flight to London next week. Fly out Friday after work and fly back Sunday after the game.
IT'S A 34000 km ROUND TRIP!
Any help you can offer, whether it be paid work, sharing with friends/colleagues/contacts, advice or a small donation, you'd never know the depth of my gratitude. It's a long shot but I have to try something.
Ta x

So, obviously, the year I decide to upsticks and move to the other side of the planet, giving up my season ticket of 21 years, the club decides to accumulate a record points total, reach a cup semi final and next Sunday (14th May) head to Wembley with a very real chance of promotion.
And so here I am, sat in Sydney, with the prospect of missing this (quite probably) once-in-a-lifetime event. The way I see it, I can either sit here scratching around for a half decent BT Sport stream on Kodi or I can cash in that English language B grade GCSE I worked so tirelessly for, and convince someone to commission this epic tale for their readership's delectation.
Blog, Vlog, livestream, hell, I'll even streak during the national anthem for a few quid, just get me to the game!
What this lacks in sex appeal, it more than makes up for in tragedy. 48 gnarly hours on a plane for a game of fifth tier football. There's a story to be told here, about love, and desperation, one that only exists in the relationship between a man and his one true love.
Basically, I'm selling my soul for a return flight to London next week. Fly out Friday after work and fly back Sunday after the game.
IT'S A 34000 km ROUND TRIP!
Any help you can offer, whether it be paid work, sharing with friends/colleagues/contacts, advice or a small donation, you'd never know the depth of my gratitude. It's a long shot but I have to try something.
Ta x
Organizer
Brad Gregory
Organizer
