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Mar. 15th, 2008 07:12 pmThe purchase of my new watch on pay day meant I was unable to afford to travel to Hampton & Richmond, so I again had a choice of Fareham Town or Moneyfields and this time opted for Moneyfields v Hamworthy United.
There isn't a direct bus from the Hard to Moneyfields (except on Sundays) so I had to walk up to Commercial Road to get a bus to Copnor Bridge from there. Still, I need the exercise. The clubhouse bar was pleasant enough, with a decent bill of fare including sirloin steak rolls and scampi and chips, though their food is a pleasure that will have to wait till another day. While I was standing near the bar doing a quick recce, the barmaid asked me "Can I get you anything?" and her demeanour suggested she'd be thoroughly brassed off if I didn't buy a drink, so in a panic I asked for a Magners. Only after I'd received my Magners did I notice the bottles of Wells' Bombardier real ale further along behind the bar.
That left me just enough cash to get into the match. It broke my heart to tell the friendly turnstile man I was unable to buy a programme (they were £1, I had just 75p left on me). Hamworthy, as well as being nicknamed the Hammers, played in claret and blue; I know the 'Hammers' comes from Hamworthy, but the coincidence and the colours made me wonder if the club's founder was a West Ham supporter.
It was a good game to watch. Moneyfields took an early lead; in the opening minutes of the second half Hamworthy equalised when the Moneys keeper ventured out of his area allowing two forwards into the box unmarked, but Moneyfields staged a strong revival in the last twenty minutes (plus eight minutes of time added on!) to run out 4-1 winners. During the game there were a couple of spells when heavy rain drummed on the roof of the stand; when we'd had no rain for the last half-hour I thought it had lifted for good, only for the ominous drumming to start again during time added on. Thankfully, by the time I came out of the clubhouse after watching the football scores come in the rain had stopped again.
I'm now wondering where to go on the 29th, when again I can't afford to follow Hawks to St Albans and both Fareham and Moneyfields are at home again. Fareham have a lot of off-pitch charm, serve the best bacon rolls in England, are a sight easier to get to and will be hosting Wimborne Town, an attractive footballing side; Moneyfields play better football, have a stylish kit, serve real ale and have cuisine I've still not sampled - and I have to go back there to get a prog, though they too are hosting Wimborne, on 12 April. Hmmm...
Home for Harry Hill.
There isn't a direct bus from the Hard to Moneyfields (except on Sundays) so I had to walk up to Commercial Road to get a bus to Copnor Bridge from there. Still, I need the exercise. The clubhouse bar was pleasant enough, with a decent bill of fare including sirloin steak rolls and scampi and chips, though their food is a pleasure that will have to wait till another day. While I was standing near the bar doing a quick recce, the barmaid asked me "Can I get you anything?" and her demeanour suggested she'd be thoroughly brassed off if I didn't buy a drink, so in a panic I asked for a Magners. Only after I'd received my Magners did I notice the bottles of Wells' Bombardier real ale further along behind the bar.
That left me just enough cash to get into the match. It broke my heart to tell the friendly turnstile man I was unable to buy a programme (they were £1, I had just 75p left on me). Hamworthy, as well as being nicknamed the Hammers, played in claret and blue; I know the 'Hammers' comes from Hamworthy, but the coincidence and the colours made me wonder if the club's founder was a West Ham supporter.
It was a good game to watch. Moneyfields took an early lead; in the opening minutes of the second half Hamworthy equalised when the Moneys keeper ventured out of his area allowing two forwards into the box unmarked, but Moneyfields staged a strong revival in the last twenty minutes (plus eight minutes of time added on!) to run out 4-1 winners. During the game there were a couple of spells when heavy rain drummed on the roof of the stand; when we'd had no rain for the last half-hour I thought it had lifted for good, only for the ominous drumming to start again during time added on. Thankfully, by the time I came out of the clubhouse after watching the football scores come in the rain had stopped again.
I'm now wondering where to go on the 29th, when again I can't afford to follow Hawks to St Albans and both Fareham and Moneyfields are at home again. Fareham have a lot of off-pitch charm, serve the best bacon rolls in England, are a sight easier to get to and will be hosting Wimborne Town, an attractive footballing side; Moneyfields play better football, have a stylish kit, serve real ale and have cuisine I've still not sampled - and I have to go back there to get a prog, though they too are hosting Wimborne, on 12 April. Hmmm...
Home for Harry Hill.
