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Feb. 17th, 2010 10:38 amTo Bath last night with Malc and Co. They got stuck in traffic on the way to my pick-up point in Fareham so were half an hour late - I had to take refuge from the pouring rain in the garage across the road and buy a bacon baguette from the in-shop cafe.
Despite having to pay a quick visit to the services at Warminster as two of our party were desperate to use the facilities we made superb time and arrived at Twerton Park at 7 pm. Some of our group didn't fancy the Bath clubhouse so we went for a quick jar in the nearby Old Crown pub. They remembered us from previous seasons and gave us a warm welcome as usual, but much to Malc's chagrin Under The Moon Of Love was no longer on the juke box.
I'd had no scran since lunch time (except the solitary bacon baguette of Fareham), so as we entered Twerton Park I made straight for the burger stall. Seeing me with my burger and chips, Pete said "There's a great chip shop just down by the Old Crown, you should have gone there." Now he tells me. On the drive up Malc, Aly and I had discussed our shared fandom of The Wurzels (Aly and I even launched into the chorus of The Blackbird) so we were all highly amused to learn that they'd be playing at Twerton Park this Friday night.
Bath scored an early goal from a breakaway, but Hawks exerted sustained pressure from that moment and got a deserved equaliser from Manny, via one of Jon McDonald's famous long throws, on 33 minutes. Meanwhile we spent most of the first half exchanging chants with a group of Bath fans standing at the near end of their long side; one overweight girl in pink was dubbed 'Vicky Pollard' by the Hawk hardcore and got a couple of songs in her honour. Unfortunately, when we walked past them to change ends at half time some of them went beyond terrace banter and shouted "F**k off back to Pompey" at us, a couple of our fans gave them some back, and a nearby Bath fan told ours "This is a family club" and was advised to tell that to their gobby fellow supporters. A little further along two elderly Bath fans advised our guys "They're just a bunch of tossers, ignore them."
During the second half Malc and Pete were having the usual banter with the Bath goalkeeper when a passing home fan objected to Malc calling the goalie a 'poof'. Aly replied "All right mate, jog on" and the Bath fan shot back "I've got more right to be here than you have." "You haven't, we've paid our ten quid," said Aly, and Malc suggested he "go and stand over there with the other mongs." The Bath fan started asking us "Where you going?" (what?), then a steward intervened and asked him to move to an area populated by home fans. Still calling "Where you going?" over his shoulder, he left our company for the nearby burger stall.
Hawks created plenty of chances but couldn't get the ball in the net; we had to settle for a point.
On the drive home we had Radio 5 Live on. Both Malc and I fancied listening to the ladies' snowboard cross final, but we lost the signal before the event, so Aly played tunes on her iPhone and invited me to join her in singing along.
Despite having to pay a quick visit to the services at Warminster as two of our party were desperate to use the facilities we made superb time and arrived at Twerton Park at 7 pm. Some of our group didn't fancy the Bath clubhouse so we went for a quick jar in the nearby Old Crown pub. They remembered us from previous seasons and gave us a warm welcome as usual, but much to Malc's chagrin Under The Moon Of Love was no longer on the juke box.
I'd had no scran since lunch time (except the solitary bacon baguette of Fareham), so as we entered Twerton Park I made straight for the burger stall. Seeing me with my burger and chips, Pete said "There's a great chip shop just down by the Old Crown, you should have gone there." Now he tells me. On the drive up Malc, Aly and I had discussed our shared fandom of The Wurzels (Aly and I even launched into the chorus of The Blackbird) so we were all highly amused to learn that they'd be playing at Twerton Park this Friday night.
Bath scored an early goal from a breakaway, but Hawks exerted sustained pressure from that moment and got a deserved equaliser from Manny, via one of Jon McDonald's famous long throws, on 33 minutes. Meanwhile we spent most of the first half exchanging chants with a group of Bath fans standing at the near end of their long side; one overweight girl in pink was dubbed 'Vicky Pollard' by the Hawk hardcore and got a couple of songs in her honour. Unfortunately, when we walked past them to change ends at half time some of them went beyond terrace banter and shouted "F**k off back to Pompey" at us, a couple of our fans gave them some back, and a nearby Bath fan told ours "This is a family club" and was advised to tell that to their gobby fellow supporters. A little further along two elderly Bath fans advised our guys "They're just a bunch of tossers, ignore them."
During the second half Malc and Pete were having the usual banter with the Bath goalkeeper when a passing home fan objected to Malc calling the goalie a 'poof'. Aly replied "All right mate, jog on" and the Bath fan shot back "I've got more right to be here than you have." "You haven't, we've paid our ten quid," said Aly, and Malc suggested he "go and stand over there with the other mongs." The Bath fan started asking us "Where you going?" (what?), then a steward intervened and asked him to move to an area populated by home fans. Still calling "Where you going?" over his shoulder, he left our company for the nearby burger stall.
Hawks created plenty of chances but couldn't get the ball in the net; we had to settle for a point.
On the drive home we had Radio 5 Live on. Both Malc and I fancied listening to the ladies' snowboard cross final, but we lost the signal before the event, so Aly played tunes on her iPhone and invited me to join her in singing along.
