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Aug. 27th, 2007 08:04 pmSwitching on Ocean FM this morning, the first song I heard was...Baz Luhrmann's 'Wear Sunscreen'. After burning yesterday, that was exactly what I did today.
With the Hawks playing away at Eastbourne, I made the short hop across the Solent to watch Fareham Town at Brading. It was a little nostalgic riding on the 'Island Line' train, as this was composed of retired old-style London Underground carriages - they were painted with wildlife scenes on the outside, but were the same old Tubes on the inside.
Their ground was a bit basic even for Wessex League but pleasant enough, and the bar served Warsteiner, though I and others had to wait ages for our pints as the keg was dispensing an awful lot of froth! I was wearing my St Pauli T-shirt, which drew approving comments from Chris, one of the 'Creeksiders' (half a dozen or so hardcore Fareham fans). Sat drinking and talking footie with them till kick-off.
At kick-off we began walking round the pitch to behind the far goal, which Fareham were attacking; just as we got there, Brading scored. By 11 minutes it was 3-0! Fareham had made a poor start to the season even before today, and for the rest of the afternoon the Creeksiders took refuge in a lot of gallows humour. There were no more goals before the break, but Fareham never threatened either. A nice bacon roll from the tea hut. The first 15 minutes of the second half produced...another three Brading goals. A bunch of young boys in assorted Premiership teams' shirts chanted 'Down with the Hayling, you're going down with the Hayling' at us after the fifth; the sixth prompted one of the Creeksiders to sing 'We're shit and we're going down'! All six goals were down to non-existent defending. Once that sixth goal had gone in, Fareham actually started playing football, and with 10 minutes to go they'd pulled the deficit back to 6-3, but that was how it ended.
On the station, as we waited for the train back to Ryde, most of the Creeksiders gloomily looked forward to a long hard season ahead while Chris - this Chris, who was about to emigrate to Suwon in Korea, was a different Chris from my fellow St Pauli fan - wound the others up with his over-the-top optimism, predicting promotion and a run to the quarter-finals of the FA Vase and adding that England would win the cricket. Our train was four minutes late, meaning it looked like we were going to miss our boat and would be stuck at Ryde ferry terminal for half an hour, so some of the guys got off at Ryde Esplanade to find a pub to watch the closing overs of the cricket. In the end, they held the boat to meet the train carrying the rest of us, so we made it after all.
Home in time for the athletics highlights.
With the Hawks playing away at Eastbourne, I made the short hop across the Solent to watch Fareham Town at Brading. It was a little nostalgic riding on the 'Island Line' train, as this was composed of retired old-style London Underground carriages - they were painted with wildlife scenes on the outside, but were the same old Tubes on the inside.
Their ground was a bit basic even for Wessex League but pleasant enough, and the bar served Warsteiner, though I and others had to wait ages for our pints as the keg was dispensing an awful lot of froth! I was wearing my St Pauli T-shirt, which drew approving comments from Chris, one of the 'Creeksiders' (half a dozen or so hardcore Fareham fans). Sat drinking and talking footie with them till kick-off.
At kick-off we began walking round the pitch to behind the far goal, which Fareham were attacking; just as we got there, Brading scored. By 11 minutes it was 3-0! Fareham had made a poor start to the season even before today, and for the rest of the afternoon the Creeksiders took refuge in a lot of gallows humour. There were no more goals before the break, but Fareham never threatened either. A nice bacon roll from the tea hut. The first 15 minutes of the second half produced...another three Brading goals. A bunch of young boys in assorted Premiership teams' shirts chanted 'Down with the Hayling, you're going down with the Hayling' at us after the fifth; the sixth prompted one of the Creeksiders to sing 'We're shit and we're going down'! All six goals were down to non-existent defending. Once that sixth goal had gone in, Fareham actually started playing football, and with 10 minutes to go they'd pulled the deficit back to 6-3, but that was how it ended.
On the station, as we waited for the train back to Ryde, most of the Creeksiders gloomily looked forward to a long hard season ahead while Chris - this Chris, who was about to emigrate to Suwon in Korea, was a different Chris from my fellow St Pauli fan - wound the others up with his over-the-top optimism, predicting promotion and a run to the quarter-finals of the FA Vase and adding that England would win the cricket. Our train was four minutes late, meaning it looked like we were going to miss our boat and would be stuck at Ryde ferry terminal for half an hour, so some of the guys got off at Ryde Esplanade to find a pub to watch the closing overs of the cricket. In the end, they held the boat to meet the train carrying the rest of us, so we made it after all.
Home in time for the athletics highlights.
