A hasty return to Coventry…

Well it’s not exactly how I would like to spend my free time, but necessity calls for it. My future house-mates and I have assembled ourselves to face an uncertainty that lies ahead of us, regarding second year accommodation.

Now don’t get me wrong, we have a house for next year, but we are suffering from a major blow to our confidence after our landlord breached his own contract. We have been forced to reassess the situation before it exacerbates itself, and above all we need to make sure that we are not being swindled, or are trusting a shyster. So far things have run smoothly; we are being compensated accordingly, but we are still wary of the whole thing. You never can be too sure when it comes to money, especially when you have the label ‘student’ slapped on your person.

This morning we continue to resolve this conundrum, by visiting the student centre for legal advice and contacts that can stand in our corner if push comes to shove. We have even agreed to look for possible housing elsewhere (provided by a group specialised to accommodate students), but these are mainly contingencies. It is better to invest in them and all runs smoothly as opposed to the worst case scenario with nowhere to go.

Besides that there is rain, and more rain. My train journey up was less than convenient after a small landslide had crippled the train lines from Hereford to Malvern, meaning I had to take two coaches with an hour wait in between them. By some miracle I still managed to get to New Street (for my final train) without failure.

When I finally got into Coventry I met with a few friends who were still in the area, and went off to see the much-anticipated Italy vs Spain game. Well, I don’t even need (nor want) to comment on the outcome: Italy were clearly outmatched, but after the way they dealt with Germany in the semi-finals I had hoped for more of a fight from Cassano, Pirlo and especially Balotelli. It was almost as if they had lost the will to play as they let goal after goal slip past them. Spain won fair and square, it was the lack of opposition that disappointed me. Either way, fair play to Spain for retaining the title…

The 4-0 defeat was too much to bear for Balotelli. After he stormed off the pitch he returned with tears, not only had his team lost, but the ‘golden boot’ was taken by Fernando Torres, who scored almost immediately after coming off the bench in the second half.  The man will be subject to much ‘meme’ mockery for some time now.

With the match over I finally revisited my room in Singer Hall, where I shall remain until this housing fiasco is done with. It’s strange, I have grown very fond of Singer, despite its arguable mediocrity. It will be a sad day when I hand in the keys for good.

Not long now…

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