There is meant to be a good few off to it. I think that most are going by bus, there maybe a few by car, and some are going by means of Irish Rail Transportation (don't expect those ones to be the most vocal).
Sadly, as a fan of the pleasures of Sligo, and I don't mean your scary woman off the net (Aine?), I am sorry to relate that I shall not be one of the railing Blues this weekend - I am in the heart of London, on a previously booked holiday break with my ex-girlfriend (booked before she got the suffix), and living in dread that I might not even get to go to a local league game tomorrow (QPR Derby appeals, strangely enough), as she doesn't seem to have got the picture that:
1. Me repeatedly saying I think I'll go to a football amtch on Saturday is possibly a sign that I may want to go to a football match on Saturday.
2. Me saying something like "We have to talk", never mind that being followed by "I don't think this is working" or "I need more space", or any of the other euphemisms, followed by downright barefaced truth, may possibly suggest that I don't want to spend the whole holiday with her.
But I digress...
Enjoy seeing your boys lose at home, Sligoman
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