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To Enfield for London Seaward’s Capital Women’s Cup tie. No problems on the trains, tubes and bus getting there. Made it by 12.15 so popped into the Toby Carvery for an excellent roast before heading to the ground.
Dave and Keith were already there; they reckoned the three of us would be the whole of the Seaward contingent today, but before kick-off Gary showed up. Got to say a quick hello to assistant manager James and to Rea, one of the players I get on best with, who’s out injured at the moment.
Had fun and games getting to the bar, located in the upstairs floor of the club building, as the door from pitchside was locked. I explained my predicament to the kindly tea lady who opened it for me from the inside.
Alas, since my last visit to the ground in 2015 the bar has stopped selling Leffe. I had to make do with a London Pride. I earned brownie points from the barmaid for having the exact money, since she’d warned me there was no float today.
I watched the first half from the seats, which at Enfield Town are up in the gods, with Keith. Katherine struck early to give Seaward the lead and Shamoy added a second later.
At half time I ventured down to pitchside to catch up with Dave and Gary. I spotted Jo, just back from a mini-break in Copenhagen, and said hello to her. She took up a spot on the terraces with Rea and a friend of theirs from Stoke City Women so I stood just a little way along from them for the second half. It turned cold. My bag of Yorkshire Mixture, and another goal from Shamoy and a fourth in off the crossbar from a cross-shot by Livia helped keep my spirits up.
Google recommended a different bus stop to get me home. I found it OK and got the bus to Brinsdown, train to Tottenham Hale and tube to Vauxhall with no problems. On the platform at Vauxhall train station, the train to Clapham Junction was shown as ‘delayed’ with no time indicated so I jumped on a train to Waterloo on the opposite platform, hoping the four-minute turnaround there would be enough for me to catch an earlier train home.
No such luck. We pulled into Waterloo two minutes late and the ticket barrier took exception to my day travelcard. By the time I’d found a member of station staff to let me through the train home had gone. I faced a half hour wait.
Cue to hit the Bagel Factory and Starbucks and read the Non-League Paper accompanied by bagels and decaf mocha.
Dave and Keith were already there; they reckoned the three of us would be the whole of the Seaward contingent today, but before kick-off Gary showed up. Got to say a quick hello to assistant manager James and to Rea, one of the players I get on best with, who’s out injured at the moment.
Had fun and games getting to the bar, located in the upstairs floor of the club building, as the door from pitchside was locked. I explained my predicament to the kindly tea lady who opened it for me from the inside.
Alas, since my last visit to the ground in 2015 the bar has stopped selling Leffe. I had to make do with a London Pride. I earned brownie points from the barmaid for having the exact money, since she’d warned me there was no float today.
I watched the first half from the seats, which at Enfield Town are up in the gods, with Keith. Katherine struck early to give Seaward the lead and Shamoy added a second later.
At half time I ventured down to pitchside to catch up with Dave and Gary. I spotted Jo, just back from a mini-break in Copenhagen, and said hello to her. She took up a spot on the terraces with Rea and a friend of theirs from Stoke City Women so I stood just a little way along from them for the second half. It turned cold. My bag of Yorkshire Mixture, and another goal from Shamoy and a fourth in off the crossbar from a cross-shot by Livia helped keep my spirits up.
Google recommended a different bus stop to get me home. I found it OK and got the bus to Brinsdown, train to Tottenham Hale and tube to Vauxhall with no problems. On the platform at Vauxhall train station, the train to Clapham Junction was shown as ‘delayed’ with no time indicated so I jumped on a train to Waterloo on the opposite platform, hoping the four-minute turnaround there would be enough for me to catch an earlier train home.
No such luck. We pulled into Waterloo two minutes late and the ticket barrier took exception to my day travelcard. By the time I’d found a member of station staff to let me through the train home had gone. I faced a half hour wait.
Cue to hit the Bagel Factory and Starbucks and read the Non-League Paper accompanied by bagels and decaf mocha.
