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Oct. 9th, 2010 11:07 pmWent over to Westleigh Park early to catch Brighton v Bournemouth on the telly before the main event, Hawks v Dorchester in the FA Cup. Was hoping to see Steph behind the bar, but she didn't come on until about 1pm. The barmaids who were there when I arrived knew to do me a mixed fruit Kopparberg. There was only an old chap called Trevor and me watching for the first twenty minutes or so, then more started to dribble in including Malc, Aly and family who came over to my table; later Lee joined us. Everyone was buzzing about the signing of Dejan Stefanovic, though most of us reckoned Lee was going over the top when he said Dejan was our biggest-name signing ever (probably his being a Pompey fan influenced him); general consensus was that Dean Holdsworth held that honour.
After the Brighton game ended, scanned the clubhouse for Dick and Lauren but didn't see them. I didn't have too long to wait, though, as they, accompanied by Laura, arrived in the VIP section of the stand just as the teams were coming out to the strains of Under The Moon Of Love.
Anyone in the crowd who'd come to see Dejan Stefanovic didn't get the chance, as he was on the bench and didn't get on, but they did see an excellent game of cup football. Muzzy put us in front in the 14th minute hammering a Wes Fogden pass back from the byline into the top corner; it clicked straight away that my Golden Goal ticket read 14. After texting news of the goal to the Non League Vidiprinter I went over to Trev to claim my winnings; he and chairman Derek Pope both said they didn't know who I'd have to go to for those, then another director told me to go and see the two girls who sell the tickets. Helpfully, he pointed over to the club shop where they were in the process of locking up. I beatled down there and was presented with £41 in a plastic bank coin bag.
Back on the pitch, Wes set up Manny Williams for a beautiful second late in the first half and Wes made it three soon after the break. Although Dorchester managed a well taken consolation, Muzzy fired in a rocket for number four - and we still had the pleasure of seeing a Dorchester sub sent off for a second bad tackle to come.
The Hawk hardcore behind the goal burst into 'Whatever will be will be, we're going to Wem-ber-ley', earning some sneering comment from Dorchester fans near me in the stand. As if their own little group of ultras behind the other goal wouldn't have done the same if they'd won. On my way out of the ground, Malc, hearing of my golden goal windfall, said "Take the wife off my hands, will you?"
And Harry Hill's TV Burp returned tonight. Do Saturdays get any better?
After the Brighton game ended, scanned the clubhouse for Dick and Lauren but didn't see them. I didn't have too long to wait, though, as they, accompanied by Laura, arrived in the VIP section of the stand just as the teams were coming out to the strains of Under The Moon Of Love.
Anyone in the crowd who'd come to see Dejan Stefanovic didn't get the chance, as he was on the bench and didn't get on, but they did see an excellent game of cup football. Muzzy put us in front in the 14th minute hammering a Wes Fogden pass back from the byline into the top corner; it clicked straight away that my Golden Goal ticket read 14. After texting news of the goal to the Non League Vidiprinter I went over to Trev to claim my winnings; he and chairman Derek Pope both said they didn't know who I'd have to go to for those, then another director told me to go and see the two girls who sell the tickets. Helpfully, he pointed over to the club shop where they were in the process of locking up. I beatled down there and was presented with £41 in a plastic bank coin bag.
Back on the pitch, Wes set up Manny Williams for a beautiful second late in the first half and Wes made it three soon after the break. Although Dorchester managed a well taken consolation, Muzzy fired in a rocket for number four - and we still had the pleasure of seeing a Dorchester sub sent off for a second bad tackle to come.
The Hawk hardcore behind the goal burst into 'Whatever will be will be, we're going to Wem-ber-ley', earning some sneering comment from Dorchester fans near me in the stand. As if their own little group of ultras behind the other goal wouldn't have done the same if they'd won. On my way out of the ground, Malc, hearing of my golden goal windfall, said "Take the wife off my hands, will you?"
And Harry Hill's TV Burp returned tonight. Do Saturdays get any better?
