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Aug. 31st, 2009 08:22 pmWent to Weymouth on Malc's minibus. We had a couple of newbies joining us today, Andy and Natalie - in the car park before we set off Malc warned them that everyone gets relentless banter on his away trips. Natalie promptly supplied their fellow travellers with a handle for mickey-taking when she outed him as a Manchester United fan (no offence to my Red readers!) She didn't escape either, being in the advanced stages of pregnancy; she got endless quips about her waters breaking on the bus, and how if the little one arrived in the middle of an away trip Andy and Natalie would have to pay membership subs for him/her...
We've had a bit of a rivalry with Weymouth over the years. As we drove through the Dorset countryside, when pungent smells came wafting through the open windows several of our party quipped that you could tell we were nearing Weymouth from the smell.
Met up with Skif, Mark and Lee in the club bar and had a couple of pints of Thatcher's Gold. Bumped into Trev inside the ground. He thanked me for my report on the ladies' match but said Jodie wouldn't be happy at my describing her goal as a lob; he reckoned it was more of a rocket shot and asked if I hadn't seen it!
The Hawk support were in full voice all through the game. During the second half, when a Weymouth club official walked by someone said "Prick"; while not condoning the Hawk who did that, it was inappropriate for him, as someone wearing an official Weymouth FC tie and thus ambassador for his club, to respond with a "wanker" hand gesture. Mark and Simon told him so. As he was getting on a bit, with grey hair, a bit later when he was standing at pitchside around the corner from us we serenaded him with Grandad. On the pitch Hawks had more of the chances but were unable to convert. We were all reconciled to a 0-0 draw when, in the last minute of normal time, Jay Gasson headed home from a corner to send us all mental. At the final whistle we launched into Under The Moon Of Love then sang many of the individual players' chants.
On the drive home, we were in some heavy traffic - several of them people coming home from spending the long weekend away - so Malc decided to have some banter with a few other drivers. It was friendly enough - just "Evening, darling" and the like; one group of old ladies from Chester engaged him in a brief chat until traffic motion pulled them apart - but one woman didn't see the funny side and wound up her window. "Stroppy bitch," said Pete, while Malc noticed her partner was trying very hard not to laugh. "She's jealous of my stunning good looks," was Aly's theory, while several of our party reckoned the man would be sleeping on the sofa tonight.
Malc dropped me at the Roundabout Hotel. Top trip.
We've had a bit of a rivalry with Weymouth over the years. As we drove through the Dorset countryside, when pungent smells came wafting through the open windows several of our party quipped that you could tell we were nearing Weymouth from the smell.
Met up with Skif, Mark and Lee in the club bar and had a couple of pints of Thatcher's Gold. Bumped into Trev inside the ground. He thanked me for my report on the ladies' match but said Jodie wouldn't be happy at my describing her goal as a lob; he reckoned it was more of a rocket shot and asked if I hadn't seen it!
The Hawk support were in full voice all through the game. During the second half, when a Weymouth club official walked by someone said "Prick"; while not condoning the Hawk who did that, it was inappropriate for him, as someone wearing an official Weymouth FC tie and thus ambassador for his club, to respond with a "wanker" hand gesture. Mark and Simon told him so. As he was getting on a bit, with grey hair, a bit later when he was standing at pitchside around the corner from us we serenaded him with Grandad. On the pitch Hawks had more of the chances but were unable to convert. We were all reconciled to a 0-0 draw when, in the last minute of normal time, Jay Gasson headed home from a corner to send us all mental. At the final whistle we launched into Under The Moon Of Love then sang many of the individual players' chants.
On the drive home, we were in some heavy traffic - several of them people coming home from spending the long weekend away - so Malc decided to have some banter with a few other drivers. It was friendly enough - just "Evening, darling" and the like; one group of old ladies from Chester engaged him in a brief chat until traffic motion pulled them apart - but one woman didn't see the funny side and wound up her window. "Stroppy bitch," said Pete, while Malc noticed her partner was trying very hard not to laugh. "She's jealous of my stunning good looks," was Aly's theory, while several of our party reckoned the man would be sleeping on the sofa tonight.
Malc dropped me at the Roundabout Hotel. Top trip.
