Distance from Coventry Building Society Arena to Hillsborough Stadium- 91 miles (146km). Travel time 1hr 55 mins

So last week, we beat our fiercest rivals, Leicester City, 3-1, at the CBS Arena. And that was after going 1-0 down. So we’re buzzing. And no early rise to go up north to Sheffield is gonna kill that buzz. City are flying, and spirits are high.

Don’t forget. Blogit is on a bit of a New Year health kick. No fizzy drinks, water only. Apparently the human body is made up of 60% water. Unfortunately for Blogit, the remaining 40% is chub and Jaffa Cakes. And regret. So with rice cakes, sliced vegetables and fruit in a bag ready to be thrown away later on tonight, we set off on our trip up the M1. The beauty of these early trips is that there isn’t much traffic. There's also not many people traveling to Sheffield. It’s stuck in the 70s.

It’s actually a nice little trip up, through some beautiful countryside, until we get to the steel town of Sheffield.

The area now occupied by the City of Sheffield is believed to have been inhabited since at least the late Upper Paleolithic, about 12,800 years ago. They still wear the same clothes.

In the 14th century, Sheffield was already noted for the production of knives, as mentioned in Geoffrey Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales, and by the early 1600s it had become the main centre of cutlery manufacture in England outside London. In only 400 years, some of the residents of Sheffield have learnt how to hold a knife and fork. There is hope that soon, one day, they’ll master the spoon.

Oh, so why Sheffield Wednesday? Well, the cricket club that the football club sprang from was formed on a Wednesday, because the founding members had a half-day off work. You guessed it. On a Wednesday. Also there is another team in Sheffield, called Sheffield United. They were formed on a Saturday. Which was a day off anyway.

So there’s the history bit, but here’s the best bit. The away end at Hillsborough is the Leppings Lane Stand. And 100 yards away from that is the best fish and chips I’ve had in years. Maybe it’s because I’ve been eating tasteless, boring healthy food, but these fish and chips have rocketed me to the fourth dimension. It’s called Four Lanes Fish Bar. Forget Buckingham Palace and Big Ben. You can shove Stratford-on-Avon where the sun don’t shine (Stratford-on-Avon mostly). Take your life's savings, get on a plane and have the cod and chips at Four Lanes. The queue was massive, and it was mainly Sheffield Wednesday fans, but like the fish, I would have taken a tasty battering. Turns out there’s respect in the fish and chip line in Sheffield. Team allegiances are put to one side. ‘Thou doesn’t know what thou’s about t’ taste lad’ was the Google translation (Northerners talk funny). Thing is, after the best fish and chips ever, I don’t really care about the result. That is until we get into the ground. City are out in force again, and we are quickly transported back to tribal mode.

‘Your mum is a United fan’, sing Coventry.

The Sheffield fans counter with chants of ‘Wednesday, Wednesday’, which send some Coventry fans into meltdown, wondering why they aren’t at work. You don’t need to read books to wear a football shirt.

Round up. City win 2-1, with both goals from Ben Sheaf. We board the coach and head back down south. With a tear in his eye, Blogit wonders if he will see Four Lanes again……