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Nov. 16th, 2008 05:08 pmAs it was the FA Women's Cup, the Hawk girls were admitted to Westleigh Park this afternoon for their tie with Barking. Before the match Becky and Michelle regaled me with tales of the squad's girls' night out late on Friday - after the karaoke they all went clubbing, and seem to have all got olivered! Dave, the team photographer, asked if I was going to the Academy boys' cup tie at Barnet tomorrow night. I said no as I wouldn't make it across to South Downs College in time to get the bus after work; Dave said he was leaving Westleigh Park at five, so I asked if he'd be able to give me a lift and he agreed. I offered to chip in towards petrol, but he said to just get him something to eat when we arrived. So we should be arriving back in Havant between midnight and one, when at least there are still trains running home - and I'm on lates Tuesday so can have a lie in. Still think I must be a nutter though.
Barking, in a parallel league to ours, gave the Hawk girls their toughest test yet this season, although we did take an early lead from a goalmouth scramble. At first we thought Sam had scored the goal; later Dave said according to his film she hadn't got a touch and it had been an own goal. Becky said "Sam'll claim it anyway," and Trevor wanted to give it to her - "we don't do own goals". (Whenever Trev phones the goalscorers through to the press or league he always credits our own goals to one of our players.) The Barking players went down like flies throughout the game. On the half hour they put the ball in the net, but, thank goodness, it was disallowed for a foul on Sadie. Sadie lay receiving treatment from Lisa for several minutes; Erin got stripped ready to go on but Sadie was OK to play on - and played a blinder.
Malc and Aly arrived at half-time, blaming Trevor for their being late - they said Trev had told them it was a 2pm kick-off, which Trev flatly denied. Malc insisted yesterday he'd said "Two o'clock kick-off?" to Trev and Trev had said yes - Aly concluded that Trev simply hadn't listened.
Halfway through the second half Abi collided with Jenna F, and Jenna went down. Some of us thought she'd taken a blow to the head, and Becky called out to the ref to stop the game. A woman from Barking standing nearby replied with some heat that it wasn't a head injury, and a heated argument began. Then Jo, hoping to distract Becky away from talking to her antagonist, said "Becks" - but the woman thought Jo had called her a "bitch" and she went ballistic! Both she and her male partner were getting in Becky's and Jo's faces and definitely ready to threaten them. Jo got Becky to retreat, then at that moment the referee came over and had words with all parties, telling them to calm down and relaying that Jenna had taken a blow to the ribs, not the head.
Jenna was subbed straight away. When she'd recovered, she took her shirt off and began walking round from the dugout to our side, where the tunnel was; in her black chest undergarment she didn't go unnoticed by Malc and the Chuckle Brothers. When she reached us she asked Dave "Have you got footage of Abi bullying me?"
With about 10 minutes to go Charlie fed a lovely ball to Chelsea on the wing, and Chelsea made it 2-0 with a beautiful diagonal shot into the bottom corner. She's been a sound performer for Hawks Ladies and I'm delighted she's broken her duck for us.
When Sam was subbed, as it's my job to email our goalscorers' names to the club webmaster, I asked her if she was claiming the first goal. "Yes," she said tetchily, "why does everyone keep asking me that?" I said Dave had suggested it was an own goal, and she said "No, I got a foot to it!" She added "I'm a striker, I claim everything."
During time added on Malc asked me when the next round was, assuming we held on. I replied "Next Sunday here, while we're at Fisher."
Malc wasn't amused that we'd have to miss the girls' next game. "They should play it in the evening so we can watch it when we come back from Fisher."
"Not much chance of that," I smiled. "The only reason we kicked off at one today is so we wouldn't have to switch the floodlights on for extra time and penalties."
"Typical penny-pinching [Trevor]," laughed Malc.
The ref made us wait for our victory to be confirmed; with the injury to Jenna and the Barking players having continued to play Dead Lions all half, he played a quarter of an hour time added on. I just had time to say 'well done, good luck for next week, see you in a fortnight' to Rob, Lisa, Dick and the girls ("Our game'll be more interesting than the men's," Michelle protested; I sadly explained that I've already paid for my seat on the coach to Fisher) before heading for the station.
Barking, in a parallel league to ours, gave the Hawk girls their toughest test yet this season, although we did take an early lead from a goalmouth scramble. At first we thought Sam had scored the goal; later Dave said according to his film she hadn't got a touch and it had been an own goal. Becky said "Sam'll claim it anyway," and Trevor wanted to give it to her - "we don't do own goals". (Whenever Trev phones the goalscorers through to the press or league he always credits our own goals to one of our players.) The Barking players went down like flies throughout the game. On the half hour they put the ball in the net, but, thank goodness, it was disallowed for a foul on Sadie. Sadie lay receiving treatment from Lisa for several minutes; Erin got stripped ready to go on but Sadie was OK to play on - and played a blinder.
Malc and Aly arrived at half-time, blaming Trevor for their being late - they said Trev had told them it was a 2pm kick-off, which Trev flatly denied. Malc insisted yesterday he'd said "Two o'clock kick-off?" to Trev and Trev had said yes - Aly concluded that Trev simply hadn't listened.
Halfway through the second half Abi collided with Jenna F, and Jenna went down. Some of us thought she'd taken a blow to the head, and Becky called out to the ref to stop the game. A woman from Barking standing nearby replied with some heat that it wasn't a head injury, and a heated argument began. Then Jo, hoping to distract Becky away from talking to her antagonist, said "Becks" - but the woman thought Jo had called her a "bitch" and she went ballistic! Both she and her male partner were getting in Becky's and Jo's faces and definitely ready to threaten them. Jo got Becky to retreat, then at that moment the referee came over and had words with all parties, telling them to calm down and relaying that Jenna had taken a blow to the ribs, not the head.
Jenna was subbed straight away. When she'd recovered, she took her shirt off and began walking round from the dugout to our side, where the tunnel was; in her black chest undergarment she didn't go unnoticed by Malc and the Chuckle Brothers. When she reached us she asked Dave "Have you got footage of Abi bullying me?"
With about 10 minutes to go Charlie fed a lovely ball to Chelsea on the wing, and Chelsea made it 2-0 with a beautiful diagonal shot into the bottom corner. She's been a sound performer for Hawks Ladies and I'm delighted she's broken her duck for us.
When Sam was subbed, as it's my job to email our goalscorers' names to the club webmaster, I asked her if she was claiming the first goal. "Yes," she said tetchily, "why does everyone keep asking me that?" I said Dave had suggested it was an own goal, and she said "No, I got a foot to it!" She added "I'm a striker, I claim everything."
During time added on Malc asked me when the next round was, assuming we held on. I replied "Next Sunday here, while we're at Fisher."
Malc wasn't amused that we'd have to miss the girls' next game. "They should play it in the evening so we can watch it when we come back from Fisher."
"Not much chance of that," I smiled. "The only reason we kicked off at one today is so we wouldn't have to switch the floodlights on for extra time and penalties."
"Typical penny-pinching [Trevor]," laughed Malc.
The ref made us wait for our victory to be confirmed; with the injury to Jenna and the Barking players having continued to play Dead Lions all half, he played a quarter of an hour time added on. I just had time to say 'well done, good luck for next week, see you in a fortnight' to Rob, Lisa, Dick and the girls ("Our game'll be more interesting than the men's," Michelle protested; I sadly explained that I've already paid for my seat on the coach to Fisher) before heading for the station.
