I know I said I was bringing the camera and I know that I said I’d post up a set of photos, but the weather was just bloody AWFUL.
I took about four shots before kickoff and when the camera couldn’t focus unless I kept wiping the lens and I couldn’t see because of the water running down it I said enough was enough (I having paid for the damn thing myself, not a newspaper jobbie here mind you, hint, hint) and I retired it to the relative safety of under me jacket and just enjoyed the atmosphere and the craic and the slagging and the booing and the jeering and… well you get the idea. I loved it, I didn’t have to look where things were developing out of viewshot, I didn’t have to worry about the light, I didn’t have to stand on my toes to aim over someone’s shoulder and I could thoroughly enjoy the game. Even with the river running down inside my sleeves every time I raised my hand to shield my eyes from the water just to see. Not having a press pass, I couldn’t bring the semi tent that goes over the camera to keep out the water (Not having a proper lens cover or a proper lens, HINT HINT).
It was brilliant last Saturday night, such a difference the day and time makes to the atmosphere and I’m sorely tempted not to bother with the camera any more. But then I’ll always have it in the back of my mind that I’m going to miss that one, THE one shot that I’ll always regret not having got. I’ve had a few of them but theres always a better one and that’s what makes me do it.
So the next time I’m shoving it (The Camera smartass) in your face or you catch me out of the corner of your eye, you know what I’m trying to do. And if I get it, and it’s of you, I’ll split the proceeds…. Promise…
Anyway It was bloody brilliant, roll on Gloucester.