A questionmark over the coach Feb. 9, 2008

My team Carlisle had lost 5 away games in a row.

After a round of ground-hopping (Aston Villa v Newcastle United, Walsall v Yeovil, Wolves v Stoke) I arrived to take in the whole of the second half of Port Vale v United. On my way in I found my way almost blocked by the most massive and lavish coach. The Carlisle team coach.
Watching the team tinker about on the pitch I realised that had they travelled in 3 or 4 cars, like many teams, albeit non-professional teams, perhaps had to get the wheel-jack out on the way, I am sure they would have got down to business, fleet of foot, mindful of their fellow man. And not have pansied about tossing away a must win in front of their loyal away support. The ‘team’ simply felt they could just turn up – riding high up on the fancy coach.