LA lady explains her crazy journey exclusively to The Spoiler

Those who can remember back to last week may recall a story we published about a pair of Californian cheerleaders, who traded the elegance of Beverly Hills for the inelegance of Greater Manchester, flying 11,000 miles to watch Oldham Athletic.

Sara Mathew, one half of the intrepid globe travelling team, read our piece and emailed us (and if you think that’s the first time an attractive Californian cheerleader has tried to get our attention with unsolicited emails you’d be, er, quite right). Sara rose above our immature scathing tone, and as a sign of what a good sport she is, agreed to write us an account of how she met The Latics’ finest and ended up standing outside Boundary Park in the pouring rain…

The question I get asked most often, one that seems to be solicited by a broad range of individuals - spanning from 13-year-olds who collect football cards on the playground to 45-year-olds who collect football cards in their mother’s basement - is what happened with the Oldham footballers on holiday that propelled my friend and I to make the transatlantic voyage to watch them play. I was recently asked about this on talkSPORT, and did a sort of lyrical ballet around the question. This is partially because I’m shy and guarded and part because I take mild offense to spoofs of myself on football blogs where I am replaced in pictures by Sacramento Cheerleaders downing cheap crystal [we have literally no idea what she’s referring to here - Ed.].

I first met the boys at “The Palms,” a beach bar