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Apr. 25th, 2010 09:20 pmThe Ladies couldn't guarantee car space for today's win or bust game at title favourites Yeovil, and while I may have just acquired Pass Plus I wasn't about to embark on a drive to Somerset just yet (in any case the 2 Duvels I sank last night ruled that out), so today it was back to letting the train take the strain.
Yeovil Town Ladies actually play in the town of Somerton ten miles away, but Yeovil is still the nearest station and there are no bus links on Sundays. When I emerged from the station there was a lone taxi on the rank - with a lady getting in it. After standing around like a suet pudding for ten minutes, I phoned one of the taxi operators named on the station information board, only for him to say he was at Heathrow (clearly a one-man, one-cab operation). Fortunately another taxi pulled up at that moment and took me to Somerton for £24.
Right on cue, twenty minutes before kick-off the heavens opened. Thankfully Val, Ian and I were safely under cover in the bar at the time, and the rain eased down to light at about ten to two so we made our way to pitchside (uncovered), rain jackets on and them toting their brollies.
The subs in the dug-out asked me about my train journey. Becki said "You should have got a lift with Dick" - it turned out he was only taking two girls so had a space. I explained that Dick himself had told me he couldn't be sure of getting me in.
I was glad not to have to write a report on this one - it would have been too damn depressing. After half an hour, Billie brought a Yeovil forward crashing down. Penalty. Their striker sent Sadie the wrong way, then from the restart Yeovil recovered the ball, went straight down our end and volleyed it in. 2-0. Just before the break they got a third with a precision shot along the ground from a cross.
None of us Hawk followers spoke as we wended our way to the tea hut at half-time, though Val and I did reflect a bit on our season when we sat at the wooden table with our coffees. We all knew any chance of promotion was gone. "What an anti-climactic weekend," I mused to her. "And I'm back to the sodding office tomorrow."
And so we returned to the pitch for the second half, which was only a couple of minutes old when Yeovil's winger sent a cross across our penalty area. Stacie got a foot on it...and hammered it past Sadie for a classic own goal. Soon after, the rain started again and fell solidly for the rest of the afternoon. I watched the rest of the match numb. Hawks never once looked like scoring but mercifully it stayed 4-0.
Dick invited me to hop in with him, Lauren and Stacie for the ride back. It was still pouring with rain right up until we approached Southampton so for all that time Dick had to put the heater on full blast to try and thaw his windows out. Stacie and I in the back both fell asleep under the influence of the mobile hotbox (though in her case she also works very late on Saturday nights).
Got to go get an early night for the return to work. Bloody rotate.
Yeovil Town Ladies actually play in the town of Somerton ten miles away, but Yeovil is still the nearest station and there are no bus links on Sundays. When I emerged from the station there was a lone taxi on the rank - with a lady getting in it. After standing around like a suet pudding for ten minutes, I phoned one of the taxi operators named on the station information board, only for him to say he was at Heathrow (clearly a one-man, one-cab operation). Fortunately another taxi pulled up at that moment and took me to Somerton for £24.
Right on cue, twenty minutes before kick-off the heavens opened. Thankfully Val, Ian and I were safely under cover in the bar at the time, and the rain eased down to light at about ten to two so we made our way to pitchside (uncovered), rain jackets on and them toting their brollies.
The subs in the dug-out asked me about my train journey. Becki said "You should have got a lift with Dick" - it turned out he was only taking two girls so had a space. I explained that Dick himself had told me he couldn't be sure of getting me in.
I was glad not to have to write a report on this one - it would have been too damn depressing. After half an hour, Billie brought a Yeovil forward crashing down. Penalty. Their striker sent Sadie the wrong way, then from the restart Yeovil recovered the ball, went straight down our end and volleyed it in. 2-0. Just before the break they got a third with a precision shot along the ground from a cross.
None of us Hawk followers spoke as we wended our way to the tea hut at half-time, though Val and I did reflect a bit on our season when we sat at the wooden table with our coffees. We all knew any chance of promotion was gone. "What an anti-climactic weekend," I mused to her. "And I'm back to the sodding office tomorrow."
And so we returned to the pitch for the second half, which was only a couple of minutes old when Yeovil's winger sent a cross across our penalty area. Stacie got a foot on it...and hammered it past Sadie for a classic own goal. Soon after, the rain started again and fell solidly for the rest of the afternoon. I watched the rest of the match numb. Hawks never once looked like scoring but mercifully it stayed 4-0.
Dick invited me to hop in with him, Lauren and Stacie for the ride back. It was still pouring with rain right up until we approached Southampton so for all that time Dick had to put the heater on full blast to try and thaw his windows out. Stacie and I in the back both fell asleep under the influence of the mobile hotbox (though in her case she also works very late on Saturday nights).
Got to go get an early night for the return to work. Bloody rotate.
