So, our vastly over budgeted and long delayed National Football Stadium is finally up and running at last.

Right I thought, let's check it out with a visit to Wembley to watch Kidderminster Harriers contest the FA Carlsberg Trophy with Stevenage Borough, Saturday May 12.

Not surprisingly, and despite there being a well below capacity crowd of only 53,000, the expected London traffic chaos reigned supreme, which did however, give us plenty of time to appreciate the visual delights of the graffiti bedecked, run down industrial area that surrounds most of the stadium (Oh for green fields of the Warwickshire countryside!) So, fellow footie fans, take a tip from me, if you are going down to a full capacity Wembley, I suggest you set out on Thursday morning to be sure of watching the last half an hour of your match - cos new infra structure there ain't.

Anyway, eventually into the stadium itself - and let's be fair here - with the lush brill green grass and the red tiered seats that reach up to the sky - it's awesome, what a sight.

Now it can't be rocket science, but surely it's not beyond the realms of human intelligence that when you put a roof on something you do it in conjunction with what's below it. Well, it rained, heavily, and we all got soaked to the skin.

Incidently, we knew it must have been chucking it down (like it had ben all week over the UK cos the Wembley officials switched on the sprinkler system and watered the pitch prior to the kick off. I kid you not.

To say the PA system had the gremlins is an understatement. If you listened very intently, (after drying the rain water off of your ears) you might just have caught the third syllable of every fifth word, or whether the music that was playing was either Abide with Me' or My ole man's a dustman' and as for the poor lass who sang the National Anthem - I'm assuming that's what she attempted - she sounded as though she was gargling and being strangled at the same time.

There is an abundance of loos - that's true - but there seems to be no thought put into the fact that sometimes, just occasionally, we blokes might be in need of a proper loo'. Judging by the queues to visit a proper loo, a ratio of one per 500 men seems a fair appraisal, as for when the stadium is full to capacity....... Burgers at £8, pies £4.50, no way. We were pre-warned and took our own food - you should too.

Our National Football Stadium something to be proud of', what a joke.

In closing, may I congratulate Kiddy Harriers for getting to the final and for the superb organisation that went into there being 52 full coaches leaving Aggborough without a hitch, it was brilliant. You should be running our NF Stadium not those incompetent twerps down the M42!

R Brusch, Hayley Green