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eiffel_71My first HawkSupport away trip of the season, to Welling. No sooner had we left Westleigh Park than Dave began asking those of us at the back questions from the Test The Nation Quiz book. Mark started off getting most of them. After I'd answered several questions in a row correctly, Mark turned into Richard Nixon. He began jumping in as early as possible while questions were being asked, explaining to Dave that he was having to do this to outfox me, and started to display obvious relish and ruthlessness. At the mention of Shakespear's Sister, Mark and Simon both had the effrontery to say they were shite! I mentioned that I like them, and just got funny looks. When Holland was given as the answer to one question, I couldn't resist chipping in with "Talking of Holland, we're going to Euro 2008!" Mark threatened to pour Tango on me. Eventually Malc took over as quizmaster and put the four of us into teams for the pop music questions - Mark and me against Simon and Dave - and, to avoid shout-outs, said our team had to buzz in with 'wonk-wonk' while the others' call was 'wank-wank'! Despite the Wank-Wanks having a good run in the middle, the Wonk-Wonks won :D
That led to a general discussion on pop music. Simon shared my appreciation of The Primitives while Mark was a fellow Kirsty fan :) He and Simon were both of the view that 'The Jam were the greatest band ever, and that's a fact'. Malc then outraged the whole bus with an evil silent fart (though he owned up straight away), leading to all the windows and roof-windows being opened till the pong died down.
We were snarled up in traffic for a while just before getting on the M25. As we crawled along we passed a carload of rugby fans - Simon, Aly and others launched into a chant of 'Ra, ra, ra, we're going to smash the oiks'. Malc (a Scotsman) made repeated comments on both the trip there and the homeward drive denouncing the people supporting the England rugby team as glory-hunters and telling them 'you can't jump on the bandwagon now when you're not rugby fans normally'. Once we got on the M25 it was plain sailing. We made a brief stop at a service station - Malc, Aly and I all bought Wispas and called for Cadbury's to reintroduce them for good; Aly remarked how she keeps buying out her local newsagent's whole stock - and arrived at the pub next to Welling's ground just after 1.30.
We watched some of Everton v Liverpool over beers, or in my case Coke as I'm on a limited budget, till 2.30 when we made our way into the ground. As we hung around waiting for kick-off we spotted a bride and groom in full wedding gear coming through the turnstiles! Simon was highly amused at the thought that they'd chosen Welling United football ground as their wedding venue.
Standing behind the goal Hawks were attacking, we had the sun in our eyes for the first half so were constantly shielding our eyes with our hands. The game was a bit niggly. Some of us exchanged thumbs-ups with a couple of lads on the top deck of a passing bus - even when Malc showed them his Havant & Waterlooville scarf they gave us thumbs-ups again, prompting the jest that we now had a Kent branch of the supporters' club ('membership two'). Good performances from both goalies meant the game stayed scoreless until just before half-time when Andy Gurney put us in front with a great diving header.
During half-time word went round that Justin Gregory had done an interview with the Sports Mail slagging off Ian Baird; this news elevated Gregs to terrace legend. Early in the second half Welling equalised. Hawks kept attacking, and Tony Taggart fired the ball into the net from a rebound off the post only to be flagged offside - uproar from Hawks fans, as we didn't think you could be offside on a rebound. Both keepers remained in top form and the game ended 1-1.
On the drive back a couple of people asked if we could stop at a Roadchef but the majority voted to go straight home for the rugby - earning them more excoriation from Malc. Aly kept us all in cheese or ham rolls, crisps and little bottles of coke, lemonade or water for the duration.
We arrived back at Westleigh at 6.50. While several of the party piled in to the clubhouse to await the rugby and others made for their cars, I walked back to Havant station to find I had an 18 minute wait for the next train home. Wandered into Havant town centre in search of a Sports Mail; found one in the second newsagent I tried and bought a Wispa to go with it (you've got to make the most of them while they're here).
As I waited on the station,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
andthatisthat texted me to say they weren't taking text votes for X Factor. I rang the parents; they confirmed this was the case, but told me the vote lines were open until 9 pm. Phew.
While I was on the train Lisa rang me to say the girls' game at Newport Pagnell tomorrow is off as NP have only five players available. Although I'm glad not to have to get up before dawn to catch the 7.30 coach from Portsmouth, it's bloody annoying that I've wasted the £24.70 I spent on my non-refundable coach ticket - money that could have got me to the girls' game at Carterton next week which I have to miss through lack of funds. She also thanked me for nominating the girls for The News Sports Awards.
The train was delayed at Hilsea, and as a result arrived at Portsmouth Harbour just in time to watch the Gosport ferry sailing away. With a quarter of an hour to kill, I spotted a guy selling The Big Issue. I'd not managed to get this week's, but only had 82p on me. So I roamed around The Hard looking for a cash machine. The first one I came to charged £1.99; the second charged £1.85. Without any others in sight, I went for that one as the lesser of two evils. I then had to split the £10 note to have the right money for the Big Issue. The snack window was open, but by now, if I waited for a bacon roll to be made I'd miss the next ferry, and I didn't fancy another 15 minutes hanging around The Hard, so settled for a can of Red Bull. Bought The Big Issue, then onto the ferry and home to vote for Same Difference. Hooray - they weren't in the bottom 2.
That led to a general discussion on pop music. Simon shared my appreciation of The Primitives while Mark was a fellow Kirsty fan :) He and Simon were both of the view that 'The Jam were the greatest band ever, and that's a fact'. Malc then outraged the whole bus with an evil silent fart (though he owned up straight away), leading to all the windows and roof-windows being opened till the pong died down.
We were snarled up in traffic for a while just before getting on the M25. As we crawled along we passed a carload of rugby fans - Simon, Aly and others launched into a chant of 'Ra, ra, ra, we're going to smash the oiks'. Malc (a Scotsman) made repeated comments on both the trip there and the homeward drive denouncing the people supporting the England rugby team as glory-hunters and telling them 'you can't jump on the bandwagon now when you're not rugby fans normally'. Once we got on the M25 it was plain sailing. We made a brief stop at a service station - Malc, Aly and I all bought Wispas and called for Cadbury's to reintroduce them for good; Aly remarked how she keeps buying out her local newsagent's whole stock - and arrived at the pub next to Welling's ground just after 1.30.
We watched some of Everton v Liverpool over beers, or in my case Coke as I'm on a limited budget, till 2.30 when we made our way into the ground. As we hung around waiting for kick-off we spotted a bride and groom in full wedding gear coming through the turnstiles! Simon was highly amused at the thought that they'd chosen Welling United football ground as their wedding venue.
Standing behind the goal Hawks were attacking, we had the sun in our eyes for the first half so were constantly shielding our eyes with our hands. The game was a bit niggly. Some of us exchanged thumbs-ups with a couple of lads on the top deck of a passing bus - even when Malc showed them his Havant & Waterlooville scarf they gave us thumbs-ups again, prompting the jest that we now had a Kent branch of the supporters' club ('membership two'). Good performances from both goalies meant the game stayed scoreless until just before half-time when Andy Gurney put us in front with a great diving header.
During half-time word went round that Justin Gregory had done an interview with the Sports Mail slagging off Ian Baird; this news elevated Gregs to terrace legend. Early in the second half Welling equalised. Hawks kept attacking, and Tony Taggart fired the ball into the net from a rebound off the post only to be flagged offside - uproar from Hawks fans, as we didn't think you could be offside on a rebound. Both keepers remained in top form and the game ended 1-1.
On the drive back a couple of people asked if we could stop at a Roadchef but the majority voted to go straight home for the rugby - earning them more excoriation from Malc. Aly kept us all in cheese or ham rolls, crisps and little bottles of coke, lemonade or water for the duration.
We arrived back at Westleigh at 6.50. While several of the party piled in to the clubhouse to await the rugby and others made for their cars, I walked back to Havant station to find I had an 18 minute wait for the next train home. Wandered into Havant town centre in search of a Sports Mail; found one in the second newsagent I tried and bought a Wispa to go with it (you've got to make the most of them while they're here).
As I waited on the station,
andthatisthat texted me to say they weren't taking text votes for X Factor. I rang the parents; they confirmed this was the case, but told me the vote lines were open until 9 pm. Phew.While I was on the train Lisa rang me to say the girls' game at Newport Pagnell tomorrow is off as NP have only five players available. Although I'm glad not to have to get up before dawn to catch the 7.30 coach from Portsmouth, it's bloody annoying that I've wasted the £24.70 I spent on my non-refundable coach ticket - money that could have got me to the girls' game at Carterton next week which I have to miss through lack of funds. She also thanked me for nominating the girls for The News Sports Awards.
The train was delayed at Hilsea, and as a result arrived at Portsmouth Harbour just in time to watch the Gosport ferry sailing away. With a quarter of an hour to kill, I spotted a guy selling The Big Issue. I'd not managed to get this week's, but only had 82p on me. So I roamed around The Hard looking for a cash machine. The first one I came to charged £1.99; the second charged £1.85. Without any others in sight, I went for that one as the lesser of two evils. I then had to split the £10 note to have the right money for the Big Issue. The snack window was open, but by now, if I waited for a bacon roll to be made I'd miss the next ferry, and I didn't fancy another 15 minutes hanging around The Hard, so settled for a can of Red Bull. Bought The Big Issue, then onto the ferry and home to vote for Same Difference. Hooray - they weren't in the bottom 2.
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Date: 2007-10-21 12:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-21 03:04 pm (UTC)Wank wank!
Date: 2007-10-21 06:36 pm (UTC)Re: Wank wank!
Date: 2007-10-21 09:26 pm (UTC)That's Cadburys' story. Hopefully they'll prove so popular that they will decide to bring them back for good. Fingers crossed.
Re: Wank wank!
Date: 2007-10-22 08:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-21 09:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-10-21 09:45 pm (UTC)