It may be that all games are silly. But then, so are humans

So I went to the Rugby League Challenge Cup Final today at Wembly. This is my fifth year of going, I believe, yet year after year it continues to shock my friends that I am in any way into sport.

The day began relatively uneventfully, a couple of trains in to London, followed by some waiting around by some fountains for never-present relatives to turn up. While waiting, we suddenly found swarms of young families emerging from Wembly Arena, wearing dinosaur masks and other such crap from the Walking With Dinosaurs thing that was going on there. It was highly amusing to see more than one father/son duo wearing identical outfits [I kid you not, there was a guy in a blue shirt, chinos and brown shoes, with matching child in a blue shirt, chinos and brown shoes - way to go Daddy, turn you're child into a middle aged man when he's only 5].

After that we managed to find my various uncle/cousins/etc. and proceeded on our way to the stand. After my dad succeeded in smuggling in an illegal bottle of water and can of coke because the bag searchers apparently don't search through cool bags [logical, when you aren't allowed to take in bottles] we found our way to our seats. So began the pre-match 'entertainment' which consisted of some choir from Last Choir Standing [though I'm not entirely sure a show such as that deserves capitalisation] singing what sounded to me like the soundtrack of Bridget Jones, though I suspect this may be the result of my lack of musical knowledge. Naturally, as they were a gospel choir we got plenty of gratuitous dancing around and generally acting like they were actually enjoying themselves, which was a first. Then on marched the Black-Clad Army of Doom (otherwise known as a brass band) who menacingly appeared, with 'it's our turn to make some noise, so shut up or we'll get you with our massive bass drum' written all over their faces. Not that I could see their faces from 300 metres away, but I totally know they did.

Anyway, after an incredibly exciting beginning to the match - 5 tries (1 disallowed) in 15 minutes! - it wasn't a particularly remarkable game. Definitely enjoyable though. My lasting memory of the day however, was being perplexed by a small child's trainers, who was sat opposite me on the tube. They read: 'You can't see me'.