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Happy New Year
Aug. 5th, 2023 10:35 pmFirst day of the season. Got the train down to New Milton, called at Subway for an excellent chicken Footlong and did the 25 minute walk to the ground. Arrived there about 1.30 and was first in the clubhouse bar. With a friendly barmaid, and Belhaven Black Stout on tap, I settled in front of Celtic v Ross County on the big screen.
Eventually the Fleetlands directors’ party arrived and I joined Iain, Jackie, Kev, Lee and Co. for pre-match chat over a couple more Belhaven Blacks. Jackie, a Gooner, told us how Kev and Jamie would be at Wembley tomorrow to cheer Arsenal in the Community Shield - despite Kev actually being a Leeds fan.
The game was something else - Fleetlands raced into an early lead and ran out 9-0 winners. There was no tea hut in the ground, food was served from the clubhouse bar. My excellent chips came in a plastic basket; it was only after taking them into the stadium and eating them in my seat that I realised I’d have to return to the bar to take the basket back. By the time I returned the match had restarted; at least I didn’t miss a goal.
After the game, I hung around the bar for a while then went over to say my goodbyes to the directors. Iain said to hang on and he’d give me a lift back - “get yourself another pint”.
On the way back Jackie, Kev, Iain and I briefly celebrated being top of the league, discussed other clubs in our division, and engaged in banter about Scottish football.
Eventually the Fleetlands directors’ party arrived and I joined Iain, Jackie, Kev, Lee and Co. for pre-match chat over a couple more Belhaven Blacks. Jackie, a Gooner, told us how Kev and Jamie would be at Wembley tomorrow to cheer Arsenal in the Community Shield - despite Kev actually being a Leeds fan.
The game was something else - Fleetlands raced into an early lead and ran out 9-0 winners. There was no tea hut in the ground, food was served from the clubhouse bar. My excellent chips came in a plastic basket; it was only after taking them into the stadium and eating them in my seat that I realised I’d have to return to the bar to take the basket back. By the time I returned the match had restarted; at least I didn’t miss a goal.
After the game, I hung around the bar for a while then went over to say my goodbyes to the directors. Iain said to hang on and he’d give me a lift back - “get yourself another pint”.
On the way back Jackie, Kev, Iain and I briefly celebrated being top of the league, discussed other clubs in our division, and engaged in banter about Scottish football.
