As I walked out of Dudgeon Park a real sense of disappointment hit me hard. The reason, I had completed my Highland League mission.
A great day it turned out to be. Starting in daft circumstances with one guy missing the train and appearing at kick off and ending trying to stash a carryout in a bush, it was a cracker.
There was free booze in the Ugie House Hotel, warm welcomes from the locals in the boozers visited pre and post-match, a soaking in the Moray drizzle, eight goals 2 v 6 , no prima donnas to be seen.
Then came the inevitable comatose train journey home, this meaning I got off in Aberdeen instead of Inverurie leading to a forty five quid taxi home instead of a free lift. To top it off, having to retrieve my phone from the train station lost property on the Sunday was a pain in the ass.
From that day I was hooked. My plan was to go to every ground as soon as possible by train, plane doable between Aberdeen and Wick or taxi. I was going to visit them all. Unbeknown at the time this quest was the catalyst and first of many fitba challenges I was to create and take on.
