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Oct. 18th, 2008 06:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eiffel_71
Took the ferry over to Portsmouth to find something was up with the trains. What exactly was the problem I couldn't tell, but there were next to no trains running. It was 1.23 pm; there wasn't a train to Havant until 2.12. That was no use to me, so to get to Westleigh Park on time I was forced to take a bus.
The journey lasted a whole hour, not helped by a change of driver and by us sitting and waiting for a few minutes at one stop for no apparent reason. There were still over 25 minutes to kick-off, but no chance of a Kopparberg before the game as I needed to visit the jacks then get in the ground early to book my seat on the trip to Hayes & Yeading in a fortnight and pay for my Showaddywaddy ticket (we're going as a group again when they play Fareham in March). Outside the club shop, Aly was flogging off the leftover souvenirs from last year's Cup run; she tried to persuade me to part with a fiver for a T-shirt commemorating the Liverpool match, or the special scarf (I've already got one), saying she'd throw in a free 'Giant Killers' flag - or, alternatively, buy a flag for £5 and get a free T-shirt! I couldn't have spared £5 anyway, but the truth is I've moved on now, like most Hawks fans. As for refrshment, I had to make do with a can of Coke from the tea hut.
The game was dull, dull, dull. Worcester had a goalmouth scramble a few minutes before half-time and Ian Simpemba knocked the ball into his own goal. Worcester added a second just after the restart and neither side looked like adding to the score after that, except for a lone moment of excitement on 70 minutes when Paul Booth jumped to send a bullet header towards the bottom of the goal...only for the keeper to save it. That sparked the Hawk fans into a revival, but the players didn't respond and tedium returned. The two 'Giant Killers' flags I saw people waving around during the last twenty minutes made a bit of a sad spectacle really. 0-2 it stayed.
The bus back delivered me to The Hard just after 5.45, earlier than the train normally does, but I'm in two minds as to whether to make the bus my normal mode of matchday transport. It is more expensive than the train, and while it goes straight to and from Westleigh Park, cutting out the 20 minute walk each way to and from the station, that would deprive me of my only real regular exercise. So I think I'll be back on the train for the next home game in three weeks - provided the trains are running normally.
Thank goodness for the new series of Harry Hill's TV Burp starting tonight.
The journey lasted a whole hour, not helped by a change of driver and by us sitting and waiting for a few minutes at one stop for no apparent reason. There were still over 25 minutes to kick-off, but no chance of a Kopparberg before the game as I needed to visit the jacks then get in the ground early to book my seat on the trip to Hayes & Yeading in a fortnight and pay for my Showaddywaddy ticket (we're going as a group again when they play Fareham in March). Outside the club shop, Aly was flogging off the leftover souvenirs from last year's Cup run; she tried to persuade me to part with a fiver for a T-shirt commemorating the Liverpool match, or the special scarf (I've already got one), saying she'd throw in a free 'Giant Killers' flag - or, alternatively, buy a flag for £5 and get a free T-shirt! I couldn't have spared £5 anyway, but the truth is I've moved on now, like most Hawks fans. As for refrshment, I had to make do with a can of Coke from the tea hut.
The game was dull, dull, dull. Worcester had a goalmouth scramble a few minutes before half-time and Ian Simpemba knocked the ball into his own goal. Worcester added a second just after the restart and neither side looked like adding to the score after that, except for a lone moment of excitement on 70 minutes when Paul Booth jumped to send a bullet header towards the bottom of the goal...only for the keeper to save it. That sparked the Hawk fans into a revival, but the players didn't respond and tedium returned. The two 'Giant Killers' flags I saw people waving around during the last twenty minutes made a bit of a sad spectacle really. 0-2 it stayed.
The bus back delivered me to The Hard just after 5.45, earlier than the train normally does, but I'm in two minds as to whether to make the bus my normal mode of matchday transport. It is more expensive than the train, and while it goes straight to and from Westleigh Park, cutting out the 20 minute walk each way to and from the station, that would deprive me of my only real regular exercise. So I think I'll be back on the train for the next home game in three weeks - provided the trains are running normally.
Thank goodness for the new series of Harry Hill's TV Burp starting tonight.
