Millwall v Hull gets the nod on TV in our house for Monday night football, ahead of Spurs v Leeds.
Millwall in their Scotland strip are the team I want to win.
Another London club and another chance to get tickets and see Newcastle United play.
That is, if they get promoted.
As soon as Millwall got in the play-offs I registered me and my lad on the Millwall website and having a south London postcode, all good. We should be able to get tickets then, even though we will be in with their mob.
Hull though have different ideas and Millwall are not going to be in the Premier League next season.
No one likes you, no one cares.
Oh well, wasted my time registering as Millwall supporters to try and get imaginary Newcastle United tickets in the future.
But should I really be trying to second guess what football teams are doing to get tickets to see Newcastle United live.
I have bagged tickets for our last game of the season in the Fulham end, right next to the away support.
As it happens, the take up for Fulham is not massive in the Putney End and plenty of tickets seem to be available if you register with the club.
Back to Millwall though, as I was hoping to re-engage with the section 38 boys I used to teach and still bump into now and again and who are now in their twenties. Teddy and Charlie have moved on from the teenager tracksuits and crisp white trainers to designer clothing. Billy however has gone leftfield with floppy hair baggy jeans skateboard and black girlfriend.
There are though new young lads taking their place in my workshop/classroom.
Fourteen year old Ray from Deptford and his mates have already started the Mmmiiiillllll chant. My response is to shout Hhhhiiiiiillllssss as they pass by (Champion Hill, home of Dulwich Hamlet FC (my now local non-league team) that is for the uninformed).
And so as the season ends with nothing to play for, it is time for a pause in football terms and then come September it will be renewed banter with the Section 38 youngsters.