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Sep. 6th, 2008 07:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Hawks v Bath City at Westleigh Park. Thank goodness, it stayed dry while I walked up to the ground from the station. A pre-match Kopparberg in the clubhouse; I looked around for the Bath fan I met at Kirstyfest last year, but in truth I struggled to remember what he looked like. I suppose he didn't recognise me without my KM T-shirt on either.
I was carrying over £70 in notes for the purchase of the new replica shirts, but the new consignment still haven't arrived in the club shop. Simon said he was hoping they'd be in at the Hampton & Richmond match in a fortnight - but, as he admitted in conversation with Malc and Brian, he's been telling people 'next week' for the past month. Malc especially wasn't impressed with our kit suppliers Joma, since apparently everyone else at the club is getting supplied with new gear while the supporters are being ignored. Steph managed to turn on her feminine charm and persuade Simon and Malc to sell her the one sample rain jacket that was hanging up behind the counter, though all the new gear on display there were only-item samples and never meant for sale. Steph's plea that the jacket she was wearing, which was meant to be waterproof, had just got her soaked won them over.
Just before the match started, pouring rain began and kept up all afternoon, but by now the crowd were all safely under cover. The first half was dull, dull, dull. In the second, Jamie Collins sent a driving long low shot just wide, then Luke Nightingale hit the post with a header. On 73 minutes Lewis Hogg, up to his old tricks, deliberately clipped Scrivs with his boot as he smothered a ball on the edge of the box. It was his second booking, so Hogg was sent off, then gave a V-sign to a Hawks fan who jeered him on his way off the field. "Come and do that over here," shouted a guy in the front row, and the Hawks behind the goal chanted "Lewis Hogg is a wanker" - I'm not in favour of swearing at non-league but there's always an exception to the rule!
Ten minutes later, after a bad tackle by a Bath player on Jamie Collins, there was general argy-bargy in which Bath sub Edwards, who'd been an annoying little shit all afternoon, shoved JC in the chest and JC punched him. Edwards collapsed as if he'd been hit by Amir Khan and it was inevitable JC would be sent off. No-one could really argue, but we wanted Edwards red-carded too - he only saw yellow. A minute after play resumed, Edwards flung himself to the floor in the hope of a free kick. Scrivs made a super save near the end that saved us a point as the game ended goalless.
It was dry again for the walk back to the station. On the ferry I met Alan, a friend of the parents, who offered me a lift home - just as well as by the time we got off at Gosport it was pouring with rain again, and it meant I made it comfortably for the second half of Georgia v Ireland.
I was carrying over £70 in notes for the purchase of the new replica shirts, but the new consignment still haven't arrived in the club shop. Simon said he was hoping they'd be in at the Hampton & Richmond match in a fortnight - but, as he admitted in conversation with Malc and Brian, he's been telling people 'next week' for the past month. Malc especially wasn't impressed with our kit suppliers Joma, since apparently everyone else at the club is getting supplied with new gear while the supporters are being ignored. Steph managed to turn on her feminine charm and persuade Simon and Malc to sell her the one sample rain jacket that was hanging up behind the counter, though all the new gear on display there were only-item samples and never meant for sale. Steph's plea that the jacket she was wearing, which was meant to be waterproof, had just got her soaked won them over.
Just before the match started, pouring rain began and kept up all afternoon, but by now the crowd were all safely under cover. The first half was dull, dull, dull. In the second, Jamie Collins sent a driving long low shot just wide, then Luke Nightingale hit the post with a header. On 73 minutes Lewis Hogg, up to his old tricks, deliberately clipped Scrivs with his boot as he smothered a ball on the edge of the box. It was his second booking, so Hogg was sent off, then gave a V-sign to a Hawks fan who jeered him on his way off the field. "Come and do that over here," shouted a guy in the front row, and the Hawks behind the goal chanted "Lewis Hogg is a wanker" - I'm not in favour of swearing at non-league but there's always an exception to the rule!
Ten minutes later, after a bad tackle by a Bath player on Jamie Collins, there was general argy-bargy in which Bath sub Edwards, who'd been an annoying little shit all afternoon, shoved JC in the chest and JC punched him. Edwards collapsed as if he'd been hit by Amir Khan and it was inevitable JC would be sent off. No-one could really argue, but we wanted Edwards red-carded too - he only saw yellow. A minute after play resumed, Edwards flung himself to the floor in the hope of a free kick. Scrivs made a super save near the end that saved us a point as the game ended goalless.
It was dry again for the walk back to the station. On the ferry I met Alan, a friend of the parents, who offered me a lift home - just as well as by the time we got off at Gosport it was pouring with rain again, and it meant I made it comfortably for the second half of Georgia v Ireland.
