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“Oh, I mean, last time,” I say with a chuckle of hubris, spitting in the eye of God, “we’d come up around the Strawberry Fest*, and the train was so packed in--you know, it was, everyone was leaving at the same time, so we had to stand--” 

“I think we lost each other.” Bel adds.

“Yeah, I was telling Jill, ‘fuck it, we’ll find them in Ely, it’s not very big.’” I have a broad smile, a fool, an idiot, and I shake my head at my mom, “But it’s not like that, the winter fair.” 

And you what? I was telling the truth. It was not the same as the Strawberry Fair, and the issues we encountered were not the same as the ones from Strawberry Fair, but my grand silliness was in assuming there would be no problem at all. 

Come with me, on a tale of not exactly woe, but perhaps a very exciting 20 minutes in some other nation’s history as we attempted to get back to Ely. 

Background information:

It is COLD. This is coming from me, Lord High Chancellor of “y’all don’t know from cold, I am so very manly tee hee” it was fucking cold, alright? In the realm of 30F/-1C, which, back home, is chilly I’ll say, but not such a huge deal as to attract notice. But. This country is wet**. This country is so fucking wet. This country is a kitchen sponge continually being misted with ice cold water. Stepping outside is the equivalent of being smacked in the face with a damp wool sweater. It takes my hair, my fine, short hair, an hour to dry. And so, we are walking through clouds on the verge of freezing. 

Taking into account the above, and also the fact that I am both proud and an idiot, my feet are completely numb. I’m not saying much, but I’m having trouble keeping my feet under me. Doc, what does this have to do with being proud and an idiot? I chose the cute shoes that day, friends, with naught but a wool sock and a thin leather sole between me and the ground. It was, how do you say, unwise. 

If we miss this train (Read: cluster of trains) we will be trapped in Cambridge for the better part of an hour or so. 

To be perfectly arrogant, in addition to being proud and an idiot, I can bear up under quite a bit, and simply set feeling anything to the side in pursuit of an experience. I forget that other people are not necessarily built that way, and my mother is very tired and a bit dead on her feet. 

In conclusion, we have to get this train back to Ely. 

Dani (cleverly (?--we report you decide)) spots a train going to Birmingham by way of Ely, which’ll take off sooner than the one we were originally planning on taking. Excellent! Brilliant, as they say, even. It also gave me an idea of what a Cross Country train, which I will later be taking to Birmingham, looks like. It seems fine, which is broadly how I would describe most of the trains in the UK that are not EMR, where hope goes to die. We sit, chatting. It’s lovely. We laugh about not wanting to go to Birmingham. What a delightful time. 

And then, that angel’s trumpet of coming destruction: The vioce of a calm British man on a trainline. “This train will be delayed as the driver is stuck in Cambridge traffic.” What can I do but start laughing? As I understand it, the Mill Road Winter Fair is one of two great calamities that befall Cambridge a year, and it dovetails with interview week***. Apparently, this is not largely known to people who presumably should know better, and so here we are, sitting on a train to Birmingham, discussing our options about switching to another, better, perhaps faster train. 

I look at Dani and Bel with the same sort of look, I imagine, that people give me when we’re in the woods and I ask if they want to go along the ridge or if they’d rather drop down into the valley. I understand the words they are saying, but I do not understand the implicatons of them. We’re going to stay on, declares Dani, with a sense of assuredness that comes when you have a train in the hand versus two in the bush, and we all agree that this seems as good an idea as any. 

For a few minutes, at least. 

And then, the voice of the announcing angel comes again, and tells us that anyone going to Ely should really consider getting off the train, as they aren’t sure when the driver will be there and the train the next platform over is terminating at Ely. Oh, by the by, that train leaves in three minutes. 

A wave of humanity rises as if in a Japanese woodcut, all moving in a herd toward the platform across the station. Now, for my American and Canadian readers, at the very least, let me explain how a smaller train station in the UK looks. They aren’t big, particularly, but because of how trains work, to get to another platform, you have to go over or under, generally over, with a set of stairs****. An entire crowd of people is running to the stairs, running up and over the platform in a desperate bid to not be stranded in Cambridge. As we run up the stairs, a voice assures and disappoints, that the train to Ely will be delayed, and, in my extreme foolishness and naive trust of the “National” Rail “””System”””, I think, “Lovely! They’re holding the train for us!” 

OH DOC DOC. 

We make it to the other platform, and the train, my friends, my companions, is not even there. Leaving in three minutes, my god. So now we watch. The train to Birmingham is helpfully being delayed minute by minute, as the second it turns 16:13, the train will be leaving at 16:13, until, of course, it is 16:14, and then the train will be leaving at that time. Our train to Ely, however, exists in that mysterious liminal space of merely ~delayed~, which keeps things fresh and exciting. 

Which will take off first? We eye the Birmingham train across the distance, nearly daring it to leave before thhe train to Ely even arrives, looking at each other on the platform, eyes dashing about like frightened animals. From where will relief come? Is there any escape from Cambridge? 

There are many opportunities to place bets here, as suddenly, a third horse enters the race! 

A train to Norwich, via Ely, pulls into the station next tot he train to Birmingham. Apparently Ely is a good place to go through, if not rest at. We turn to each other. I have not the knowledge to divine the future, and turn thus to my oracles of public transportation, they who dwell in the Fens and hear the whispers of the eels, who follow the rivers of iron on boats run by the capricious gods of Great Northern and CrossCountry. Unfortunately, they don’t seem to have any clue what to do either. The delight of the British train system is that it is happy to supplly you with the ability to make many wrong choices. We debate. We watch. 

We crawl BACK across the stairs and platform, and get on the train to Norwich. 

As we sit, the train to Birmingham pulls away. 

*This is the wrong name for it, but it’s also what I said, so, [sic]

**I keep saying this, and Dani keeps saying, “Is it? I think it’s been a bit dry.” and I am mere moments from popping her in the face, wherein water will gush from her like a sodden foam ball. 

***This is, apparently, the one week where they do every single interview for The Smart Youths to see if they’re getting into Cambridge. What a low stress environment. Fantastic idea. 

****I was absolutely unaware of this when I previously went to the UK, and sent an email to Dani trying to ask about how difficult it was to change trains, but my question about what the fuck a train station even looks like was so basic that it took two or three emails before she even understood what I was asking. So I am here for you, my fellow Americans.

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Player Ratings | West Ham United 0 - 4 Liverpool FC

Simon Mignolet: 7 - Made one or two smart stops in the first period and dealt with practically everything into his box that he was asked to. Most importantly, another away day, another clean sheet for the Belgian. 

Nathaniel Clyne: 7.5 - Provided an outlet during a tight first half down the right hand side and always looked to offer himself as a positive option for a forward pass. Defensively was largely untroubled aside from being beaten by Cresswell once early on and offensively used the ball well. 

Joel Matip: 8 - Solid as it gets at the back as he dealt with everything that he had to, breaking down the few attacks West Ham managed and getting his head on every high ball that came in his direction. Was incredibly unlucky not to score when he fired a bouncing header onto the cross bar in the first quarter of an hour. 

Dejan Lovren: 7 - Had one brain fart just on the stroke of half time when he let a corner practically bounce off him and ignored the rebound which Andre Ayew touched onto the post... twice. Was relatively solid otherwise as he and Matip ensured Mignolet had very little to do. 

James Milner: 7 - Gets an extra mark for the clean sheet but it was a relatively disappointing afternoon for Milner who was one of the Reds poorer players over the 90 minutes. Didn’t use the ball particularly well and was often sloppy in possession but you can’t fault his effort levels and his ability to just pick himself up and carry on. 

Emre Can: 8 - Solid on the back foot, smart when going forward and mature in possession. This was a good 90 minutes to see from the German who turned out an impressive showing in his supposedly preferred number 6 role. Not much to say other than a job well done. 

Gini Wijnaldum: 7 - The game seemed to pass him by for the most part but he still ended the match with 2 assists. Rattled the bar with a ludicrous volley from distance, highlighting the confidence in the Reds ranks during that second period and while he struggled to be involved in the first half, he certainly grew into the match and contributed far more across the final 35-40 minutes. 

Philippe Coutinho: 10 - Perfect. An absolute exhibition in midfield play from the Brazilian who scored two fantastic goals and notched up one of the best assists I’ve seen all season. Klopp said in his presser leading into this game that Coutinho would suit a role as one of the number 8s in his system and he did nothing but prove his manager to be every bit right. What a wonderful footballer. 

Adam Lallana: 7.5 - Worked hard, tackled hard and got stuck in during his first start since returning from injury. Was unlucky not to get on the score sheet when he sent a sweetly struck volley goal bound only to see it denied by Adrian’s outstretched, desperate foot. Knitted play together well behind the two strikers and dovetailed beautifully with Coutinho. 

Divock Origi: 7 - Got on the score sheet with a reflex, tap-in finish during the second period and tested Adrian with a couple of blistering long range efforts. Overall it was a fairly disappointing afternoon from the Belgian but there was enough there - especially in the second half - to feel positive about. 

Daniel Sturridge: 9 - His first start in as long as I can remember by this point and boy did he make it count. What a fantastic goal. When he’s in the mood there aren’t many strikers in the league whose movement, intelligence and quickness of both thought and feet can rival Sturridge and he more than proved it at the London Stadium. 

Substitutes:

Lucas Leiva: N/A - Brought on to shut things down in midfield. 

Ben Woodburn: N/A - Got a run out at the end. 

Marko Grujic: N/A - Will be hoping for some more meaningful minutes next season. 

Manager:

Jurgen Klopp: 9 - Took a risk in playing the 4-4-2 diamond instead of his favoured 4-3-3 and it paid off big time. The pairing of Sturridge and Origi allowed the likes of Lallana, Coutinho and Wijnaldum to dovetail and move undetected by the West Ham back four, wreaking havoc every time they got on the ball. Good management from Klopp to play positive football and get as many attacking players on the field as possible.