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Mar. 31st, 2007 08:29 pmTried a pasty called 'The Oggy - our special Cornish recipe' from the Oggy Oggy pasty shop on the High Street at lunch time. Sitting on a bench in the Falkland Gardens, in the pleasant spring sun, eating an Oggy and getting text messages from Hardcore Sue deriding Hayley for constantly changing the date of her wedding, it was good to be alive.
And after a month's absence, it was good to be back in the clubhouse at Westleigh Park, supping a leisurely pre-match Magners and watching Liverpool v Arsenal on Sky. Barry waved me over to join him and his pals at their table, then as soon as I'd sat down said "You will buy a Golden Goal ticket, won't you?" Then as I entered the ground, the young lady from HawkSupport asked if I'd buy a horse for their Race Night on Easter Monday. There was one called 'The Legend **' (the *s are two letters which also happen to be my initials) so of course I had to buy that one.
The match, Hawks v Sutton, wasn't a classic, but Hawks won 1-0, with a beauty of a volley from Richard Pacquette just in the corner of the penalty box, very early in the game. My Golden Goal ticket said 8 minutes, so I listened avidly for Trevor's announcement of the goal time... It was 9 minutes.
At half time I bumped into two blokes who were grumbling to Trevor about their misfortune, as one of them had a ticket reading 5 minutes, and they were claiming Trevor's timekeeping had been faulty. Of course my hard-luck story trumped theirs, and we all laughed.
The Sutton number 7 was giving it maximum verbals all through the game; the bloke behind me yelled at him "If your football was as good as your mouth, number 7, you'd be a superstar." Early in the second half, their number 6 swung his arm at Sergeant Wilko, who went down clutching his face. It was the number 6's second yellow card, so he was sent off, despite the protests of several Sutton men surrounding the ref - including the number 7, whose gobbing off led some guys around me to call for him to see red too. As the number 6 disappeared down the tunnel, the bloke behind me shouted "Close the gate behind you." Despite Hawks' one-man advantage it was end to end stuff from then on; Jefferson Louis had a golden opportunity to score just before the end but clumsily fly-kicked at the ball and sent it high and wide. No matter, three points in the bag.
Watched the first episode of the new series of Dr Who. Good story, and Freema Agyeman wasn't bad, though I still think my choice of Kerryann Christiansen, or my mate Alistair's suggestion of Charlotte Church, would have been better...
And after a month's absence, it was good to be back in the clubhouse at Westleigh Park, supping a leisurely pre-match Magners and watching Liverpool v Arsenal on Sky. Barry waved me over to join him and his pals at their table, then as soon as I'd sat down said "You will buy a Golden Goal ticket, won't you?" Then as I entered the ground, the young lady from HawkSupport asked if I'd buy a horse for their Race Night on Easter Monday. There was one called 'The Legend **' (the *s are two letters which also happen to be my initials) so of course I had to buy that one.
The match, Hawks v Sutton, wasn't a classic, but Hawks won 1-0, with a beauty of a volley from Richard Pacquette just in the corner of the penalty box, very early in the game. My Golden Goal ticket said 8 minutes, so I listened avidly for Trevor's announcement of the goal time... It was 9 minutes.
At half time I bumped into two blokes who were grumbling to Trevor about their misfortune, as one of them had a ticket reading 5 minutes, and they were claiming Trevor's timekeeping had been faulty. Of course my hard-luck story trumped theirs, and we all laughed.
The Sutton number 7 was giving it maximum verbals all through the game; the bloke behind me yelled at him "If your football was as good as your mouth, number 7, you'd be a superstar." Early in the second half, their number 6 swung his arm at Sergeant Wilko, who went down clutching his face. It was the number 6's second yellow card, so he was sent off, despite the protests of several Sutton men surrounding the ref - including the number 7, whose gobbing off led some guys around me to call for him to see red too. As the number 6 disappeared down the tunnel, the bloke behind me shouted "Close the gate behind you." Despite Hawks' one-man advantage it was end to end stuff from then on; Jefferson Louis had a golden opportunity to score just before the end but clumsily fly-kicked at the ball and sent it high and wide. No matter, three points in the bag.
Watched the first episode of the new series of Dr Who. Good story, and Freema Agyeman wasn't bad, though I still think my choice of Kerryann Christiansen, or my mate Alistair's suggestion of Charlotte Church, would have been better...
