Posh by name, posh by nature

What would you expect in terms of a £15,000 season ticket? A solid gold heated throne with an imperious view of the Nou Camp, Dom Perignon on tap and your every whim attended to by a bevy of French underwear models? Or a seat at Peterborough’s London Road? Signing up to become what Posh are calling an “honorary director” entitles you to unlimited pies – a concession to keeping it real, perhaps, when for that price you could be anticipating not one prawn sandwich but a whole silver platter full.

On the face of it, the club’s announcement ranks up right up there with the week’s other bizarre football stories: England’s left-back using an innocent student for target practice and an owl being booted to death by a Columbian defender. But, all joking aside and in fairness to Peterborough, the seats are going spare and in the current climate it makes sense to try and make the most of the situation. If there aren’t any takers, they’ll not have lost anything than a bit of face.

Plus there are certainly less appealing places to watch your football. The Posh faithful have witnessed a staggering 82 goals in 17 league matches thus far this season – that’s an average of nearly five a game. Fourth-placed Posh’s 48 home goals is far and away the best total in League One – but similarly no one’s conceded anything like their 34. So if it’s helter-skelter entertainment you want, London Road is clearly the place to be – perhaps even at that seemingly exorbitant price.

Ben

Ben is a long-suffering Newcastle Utd supporter (is there any other kind?) who co-founded and co-wrote Black & White & Read All Over, a blog that, over the course of a decade, chronicled the ups, downs, chaos and calamity of the club he has the misfortune to follow. Since the blog hung up its boots in May 2014 (note: not as a mark of respect for Shola Ameobi leaving St James’ Park), he has contented himself with sporadic, splenetic Twitter outbursts and shamefully rare contributions to The Two Unfortunates. He is currently haunted by visions of Joe Kinnear returning to the club for a third spell and pondering whether he’ll live to see another victory over the Mackems, but at least has a cardboard coathanger with Robert Lee’s head on it for consolation.