Wembley

The journey to Wembley was horrendous. A trip that should take about 2 hours stretched out to three and a half. Everybody and their dog was on the road at the start of the school holidays. Traffic reports were coming in thick and fast from all over the country... and I guess we were fairly lucky that we were able to keep moving, albeit at a snail's pace.

We finally arrived in the vicinity of Wembley where we wasted a further fifteen minutes trying to find the entrance to the car park. You would have expected this to be marked on the pre-booking form, or on their website, but no. The idea apparently is to drive round aimlessly until you see an official who can direct you.

Wembley Stadium itself is most impressive. The Gorse Fox attended games at the old Stadium many times, but this knocks the socks off. We made our way up the steps and round the perimeter to our entrance and then after a cursory search we found our way in. The Celtic -vs- Al Ahly match was in progress, but we needed cups of tea first. We took our seats in time for the second half. What a view! The middle tier provided comforatble seats, adequate leg room and cover from the occasional down pours that troubled the early part of the game.