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Sep. 7th, 2025 07:15 pmAFC Portchester home FA Trophy tie with Flackwell Heath yesterday. There was a bit of a buzz around the club with it being the first time they’d entered the FA Trophy. Quick chat with Lewis and Matt in the club shop. On 15 minutes Portchester got a penalty for handball and Connor Duffin converted. Flackwell pressed away for the rest of the game but Portchy held on.
Badshot Lea away today with the Portchester Ladies. The bus from Haslemere got stuck in a traffic jam going into Farnham. It turned out there was a diversion due to roadworks which unfortunately created a bottleneck. I’d built in plenty of time so still made the bus to Wrecclesham, where Badshot Lea play.
Trev was already at the ground, but the bar was shut so I just sat around chatting to Trev and the mother of Honey, one of Portchester’s new players, and reading the Non-League Paper, until the tea hut opened at 1.30. Sweet Caroline played over the tannoy. Honey’s mum and I sang along. At the end of the song she was grinning. Thinking she knew about the Lionesses connection, I told her “I went to Switzerland.”
“What was that, holiday?”
“The Women’s Euros.” Ignoring Trev laughing “He’s overpaid”, I told her about my trip including meeting several of the Portchester reserve girls over there. Walked round to pitchside to say quick hellos to Mark and the players. Sam and Millie thanked me for coming.
In the stand I was near a group of locals who spent much of the time discussing the fortunes of men’s Premier League sides. Among them were two young lasses who’d been playing for girls’ teams that morning.
When the teams came out Mia was in the side in place of Millie. I spotted Millie sitting at the front of the stand. Trev said she had blisters. A closely fought first half ended goalless. Soon after the break a head injury to Charmaine saw her replaced by new signing Lauren, who scored with her first touch. Later Gemma scored and Lauren struck again. It ended 3-0.
The bar opened after the game. A quick Magners. Having heard about my train and two bus journey to get to the ground, Trev offered me a lift as far as Petersfield station.
Badshot Lea away today with the Portchester Ladies. The bus from Haslemere got stuck in a traffic jam going into Farnham. It turned out there was a diversion due to roadworks which unfortunately created a bottleneck. I’d built in plenty of time so still made the bus to Wrecclesham, where Badshot Lea play.
Trev was already at the ground, but the bar was shut so I just sat around chatting to Trev and the mother of Honey, one of Portchester’s new players, and reading the Non-League Paper, until the tea hut opened at 1.30. Sweet Caroline played over the tannoy. Honey’s mum and I sang along. At the end of the song she was grinning. Thinking she knew about the Lionesses connection, I told her “I went to Switzerland.”
“What was that, holiday?”
“The Women’s Euros.” Ignoring Trev laughing “He’s overpaid”, I told her about my trip including meeting several of the Portchester reserve girls over there. Walked round to pitchside to say quick hellos to Mark and the players. Sam and Millie thanked me for coming.
In the stand I was near a group of locals who spent much of the time discussing the fortunes of men’s Premier League sides. Among them were two young lasses who’d been playing for girls’ teams that morning.
When the teams came out Mia was in the side in place of Millie. I spotted Millie sitting at the front of the stand. Trev said she had blisters. A closely fought first half ended goalless. Soon after the break a head injury to Charmaine saw her replaced by new signing Lauren, who scored with her first touch. Later Gemma scored and Lauren struck again. It ended 3-0.
The bar opened after the game. A quick Magners. Having heard about my train and two bus journey to get to the ground, Trev offered me a lift as far as Petersfield station.
