We spent an enjoyable few days in Deal taking advantage of the sea air and some of the excellent food on offer. However, from a footballing point of view, it was a desert.
There was initial excitement when our HST train stopped at Thanet Parkway, a station backed by Councillor Rick Everitt against 'know nothing' opposition. It was even suggested that the estate containing the Rickhaus could be seen across the fields.
However, when we detrained at Ramsgate there was no sign of a civic welcome, not even a Millwall fan telling us we were not welcome.
Indeed, over the few days I saw hardly any evidence of football allegiance, although there was much background chat about golf and, like others, we were preoccupied with Wimbledon. I did not see any shirts, badges or other tokens of support for Chelsea, Millwall, Palace, Gillingham or even Deal Town. The one exception was a gentleman bursting out of his Arsenal shirt.
I did see one or two elderly gentlemen who fitted the profile of Desmond from Deal, but I could hardly approach them and ask, 'Are you Desmond from Deal, the scourge of Charlton managers?' I might have ended up thrown off Deal Pier before I sampled the vegetarian cuisine on sale at the end (and very good it was).
Indeed, the main preoccupation in Deal seems to be walking the dog(s) who can have ice cream suitable for them served at the start of the pier or enjoy a veggie treat for dogs at the end.
The Times did have a good story about Millwall. Apparently, the Rust Bucket is being refurbished. The New Den was opened with a game against Sporting Lisbon, even bigger in the early 1990s than now.
The writer said that a typical Millwall supporter, overweight and covered in tattoos sat down in front of him with his son. Impressed by their kit, he lad asked who the opposition were. 'Wankers,' replied his dad, 'Wankers.'
I did take a few days off electronically, but it is good news that Miles Leaburn has signed a new contract.. There is still potential to be realised.