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By train to the Hawks' match at Lewes yesterday, since GroupSave made rail a cheaper option for Hawk Travel than the usual minibus. The idea had been to make it 'Pete Dridge Day' in memory of a popular Hawks fan who died at Christmas, with us all bringing a carrier bag containing a pasty and a newspaper in tribute to Pete's matchday habit, but I was one of only a handful of people to remember. We arrived in Brighton just before 11 and visited the Railway Tavern for a quick jar before moving on to Lewes. At the pub just up the road from the station, the barman became a cult hero because of his resemblance to Dave Gorman, and Sam and I were both glad to see Sussex Old Ale was on offer.

I watched the uneventful first half through an Old Ale-induced fug. After the break things livened up both on and off the pitch. Manny Williams' new hair style, Jason Lee circa 1996, prompted several renditions of the pineapple song - unlike Mr Lee, Manny loved it - but the song of the day was Ring Of Fire. Just after the hour mark, the Hawk army began der-derring the tune of the Cash number; before long the lines were being interspersed with a chant of 'Havant and 'Looville'. Ade decided the song needed some organisation, so, putting his stentorian voice to good use, divided us into left and right sides of the terrace and got half of us doing the Ring of Fire tune and the rest the Havant chant. It wasn't long before Muzzy Tiryaki gave us the lead; after a chant of his name we gave the Cash song full blast. Simps made it two from a beautiful header from a corner and then Manny topped off a 3-0 win.

A quick visit to the clubhouse to see how our other teams had got on - bah, the Shire lost 2-0 at Queens Park - then we headed straight back for the station. Another rendition of Ring of Fire on the train was continued as we poured out onto Brighton station. Going through the ticket barrier I suddenly heard a scuffle behind me - I turned and saw Malc and Aly were in the middle of it. It turned out that some random drunk had come up to Malc during the song and made a wanker sign and Malc had replied "Did it take you all day to think of that?" The drunk had then thrown a punch at Malc and got one back, whereupon the drunk's mate intervened, shoving Lee from behind into Aly and Kyle. Fortunately the two Transport Policemen on the platform had seen everything, as had an elderly gentleman nearby, and the cops apprehended the drunk and his mate while just advising us to get out of the area until they'd been dealt with.

"Bloody hell, two fights in a week," Malc mused on the train.

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Chris and Val asked me for a score prediction just before Hawks Ladies kicked off against Plymouth. I said 2-2 and got groaned at for being pessimistic - Chris went wildly the other way, going 4-0.

His prediction went by the wayside very early on as the girls conceded a thirty-yarder from a free kick. The Hawk girls soon came back and were leading 2-1 at the break, but on 56 minutes sloppy defending allowed Plymouth to get an equaliser. "If it stays 2-2 I'll brain you," Val warned me - happily the girls scored two more. The main talking point, though, was one of the Plymouth coaches, who spent most of the game berating and abusing the referee whenever he gave a decision our way or failed to book a Hawk girl for fouling one of his side. If I'd been reffing, that coach would certainly have seen yellow before half-time; if that hadn't made him think again, long before the end he'd have been going off. Today's official, though, chose to just ignore him, though he did speak to several players on both sides to tell them to tone down the verbals.

Home to the bad news of Vettel being denied victory in Bahrain by problems with his car forcing him to coast the last few laps, allowing Ferrari to get a one-two. Merda.