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Aug. 5th, 2010 07:51 pm
Got a lift with Dick to the girls' friendly at Swindon Supermarine last night. Nice friendly club with a welcoming clubhouse bar run by a charming couple, with 20/20 cricket on Sky Sports on twin screens. It was a pleasant luxury to be at a proper non-league football ground with a covered stand, and there was a small Press area with a metal lectern - even if I had to perch on the very edge of my seat to write.
The Hawk girls won 10-1 - a welcome, timely boost after the fiascos of the first two games, even allowing for our hosts being two divisions lower. Over post-match drinks, Sabrina asked me the goalscorers; when I said Becki scored three, the lady vocally insisted that she'd got four, so I had to go through my notes to find which other goal she was laying claim to. It turned out I'd attributed her tap-in from a goalmouth scramble to Kaylee, who thankfully agreed the goal had been Becki's.
Dick dropped me back in Fareham, panda-eyed, at 11.40 pm; taxi home from there.
Bit of a lie-in this morning, starting work at 9.40 which meant plodding on until 5.30 after nearly everyone else had gone. Then on the way home the top of Stubbington Lane was totally blocked off - there was a fire engine and a police cordon - leaving me going round the narrow country roads, in a queue crawling along at snail's pace, until we rejoined the main network at Crofton Avenue.
The Hawk girls won 10-1 - a welcome, timely boost after the fiascos of the first two games, even allowing for our hosts being two divisions lower. Over post-match drinks, Sabrina asked me the goalscorers; when I said Becki scored three, the lady vocally insisted that she'd got four, so I had to go through my notes to find which other goal she was laying claim to. It turned out I'd attributed her tap-in from a goalmouth scramble to Kaylee, who thankfully agreed the goal had been Becki's.
Dick dropped me back in Fareham, panda-eyed, at 11.40 pm; taxi home from there.
Bit of a lie-in this morning, starting work at 9.40 which meant plodding on until 5.30 after nearly everyone else had gone. Then on the way home the top of Stubbington Lane was totally blocked off - there was a fire engine and a police cordon - leaving me going round the narrow country roads, in a queue crawling along at snail's pace, until we rejoined the main network at Crofton Avenue.
