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Dec. 6th, 2008 06:41 pm
Hawks at home to Dorchester and for the first 80 minutes they were total garbage. A Dorchester striker was given a free shot at goal with only five minutes gone and pounced to score. Charlie Henry, and Jamie Collins to an extent, tried hard but while Hawks had the ball in the Dorchester penalty area enough times, they were undone by hesitating, shooting wide or hitting stray passes. The defence gifted a Dorchester midfielder the ball late in the first half with an open goal at his mercy. 2-0.
During the second half, with no sign of Hawks turning it around, Ken, the old guy behind me, said "I can't see us [avoiding relegation] now." I had to agree. A bit later, when one of the oldies in front of me was saying he wouldn't be coming next week as it's a cup game so isn't covered by his season ticket so he'd have to pay and he needs his money for Christmas, he mused "We could be relegated and win the FA Trophy."
"I'd take that," I observed. The great day out at Wembley and prestige of winning non-league football's premier cup would be worth any amount of trips to Chippenham and Halesowen.
"I wouldn't!" he snorted. "Not going down!"
Funny how often we football fans are drawn into thinking of these strange Faustian pacts.
Brett Poate gave us hope nine minutes from the end, striking home a beautiful goal straight from a free kick just outside the box. Bizarrely, the two oldies in front of me got up to go right at the moment when we'd been awarded a corner! Despite showing a bit of fight after the goal, though, we couldn't get an equaliser.
The walk back to Havant station was cold and lonely. The man checking tickets at the station entrance asked how we'd got on, but didn't reply when I told him.
Got to go to the office Christmas party.
During the second half, with no sign of Hawks turning it around, Ken, the old guy behind me, said "I can't see us [avoiding relegation] now." I had to agree. A bit later, when one of the oldies in front of me was saying he wouldn't be coming next week as it's a cup game so isn't covered by his season ticket so he'd have to pay and he needs his money for Christmas, he mused "We could be relegated and win the FA Trophy."
"I'd take that," I observed. The great day out at Wembley and prestige of winning non-league football's premier cup would be worth any amount of trips to Chippenham and Halesowen.
"I wouldn't!" he snorted. "Not going down!"
Funny how often we football fans are drawn into thinking of these strange Faustian pacts.
Brett Poate gave us hope nine minutes from the end, striking home a beautiful goal straight from a free kick just outside the box. Bizarrely, the two oldies in front of me got up to go right at the moment when we'd been awarded a corner! Despite showing a bit of fight after the goal, though, we couldn't get an equaliser.
The walk back to Havant station was cold and lonely. The man checking tickets at the station entrance asked how we'd got on, but didn't reply when I told him.
Got to go to the office Christmas party.
