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Wearing my Kirsty MacColl T-shirt today. Gave the first few tracks of the From Croydon To Cuba retro 3-CD set a spin before setting off for Chichester.
It was a hell of a long walk from the station to the ground, which was right on the edge of town, and I walked a fair distance in the wrong direction before seeing a tourist information map that put me right. Fortunately I'd allowed myself oodles of time.
Headed straight for the clubhouse to have a drink for Kirsty. There were four draught beer taps on the bar, but the barman told me they were all turned off because it's not viable turning them on for women's matches when hardly anyone wants beer. I had a choice of a bottle of Beck's or Bud Ice or a can of Tetley bitter. I went for the Beck's and sat at an empty table. "Here's to you, Kirsty."
I stood behind the perimeter wall near the Hawks dugout, with a few of the girls who weren't playing today plus Trevor and two guys and a woman from the supporters' club who'd made the trip. One of the supporters' club men was in a bullish mood, talking about the girls having a long cup run and joking about travelling away to Doncaster Belles in the 4th Round Proper, telling Lisa she'd have to stay in the hotel and chaperone the girls on the night before the game while all the men in the party had a night out in Doncaster. And then the game started.
Chichester, in a smart white and green peppermint kit, took the lead thanks to sloppy defending after three minutes. Before long, Jenna got free in the penalty area and zipped in a cross that Lisa Cooper headed in from point blank range for the equaliser. Jade, sub today, spent the first half standing next to me yelling out instructions to individual players - she's got the makings of a fine coach. There were no more goals before the break, and during half-time all the talk was about possible extra-time and penalties, but that was as good as it got.
Hawks' second-half performance was, frankly, rag-arsed - despite Jade coming on and immediately barking more instructions to the others. They had no answer to Chichester's attacking play and conceded three goals - for Chi's third, their winger sent over a speculative cross which I thought Louise would have beaten their striker to; Penny slid in trying to clear, but only succeeded in powering the ball into the net for an own goal. One of our supporters' club guys thought the Chichester coach was laughing at that and told him he was out of order, and for a moment I thought there might have been an ugly incident but before long both parties left it. Sam S scored a consolation in injury time.
4-2, out of the Cup. At the final whistle I went round to the side of the dugout and said goodbye to Lisa, who said "That was a shocker, wasn't it?" Making my way along the terraces en route to the exit, I passed Rose and a friend of hers and we said a quick hello-cum-goodbye.
Made it to Chichester station just in time to catch the 4.28 train. Back home to be told my mother had hurt her wrist (suspected break) while leading her team of volunteers cleaning dumped junk out of the creek this morning. Had Sunday roast, then stuck From Croydon To Cuba back into the CD player and sat down to type this.
Thinking of you, Kirsty, and I'll be back at Soho Square next year.
It was a hell of a long walk from the station to the ground, which was right on the edge of town, and I walked a fair distance in the wrong direction before seeing a tourist information map that put me right. Fortunately I'd allowed myself oodles of time.
Headed straight for the clubhouse to have a drink for Kirsty. There were four draught beer taps on the bar, but the barman told me they were all turned off because it's not viable turning them on for women's matches when hardly anyone wants beer. I had a choice of a bottle of Beck's or Bud Ice or a can of Tetley bitter. I went for the Beck's and sat at an empty table. "Here's to you, Kirsty."
I stood behind the perimeter wall near the Hawks dugout, with a few of the girls who weren't playing today plus Trevor and two guys and a woman from the supporters' club who'd made the trip. One of the supporters' club men was in a bullish mood, talking about the girls having a long cup run and joking about travelling away to Doncaster Belles in the 4th Round Proper, telling Lisa she'd have to stay in the hotel and chaperone the girls on the night before the game while all the men in the party had a night out in Doncaster. And then the game started.
Chichester, in a smart white and green peppermint kit, took the lead thanks to sloppy defending after three minutes. Before long, Jenna got free in the penalty area and zipped in a cross that Lisa Cooper headed in from point blank range for the equaliser. Jade, sub today, spent the first half standing next to me yelling out instructions to individual players - she's got the makings of a fine coach. There were no more goals before the break, and during half-time all the talk was about possible extra-time and penalties, but that was as good as it got.
Hawks' second-half performance was, frankly, rag-arsed - despite Jade coming on and immediately barking more instructions to the others. They had no answer to Chichester's attacking play and conceded three goals - for Chi's third, their winger sent over a speculative cross which I thought Louise would have beaten their striker to; Penny slid in trying to clear, but only succeeded in powering the ball into the net for an own goal. One of our supporters' club guys thought the Chichester coach was laughing at that and told him he was out of order, and for a moment I thought there might have been an ugly incident but before long both parties left it. Sam S scored a consolation in injury time.
4-2, out of the Cup. At the final whistle I went round to the side of the dugout and said goodbye to Lisa, who said "That was a shocker, wasn't it?" Making my way along the terraces en route to the exit, I passed Rose and a friend of hers and we said a quick hello-cum-goodbye.
Made it to Chichester station just in time to catch the 4.28 train. Back home to be told my mother had hurt her wrist (suspected break) while leading her team of volunteers cleaning dumped junk out of the creek this morning. Had Sunday roast, then stuck From Croydon To Cuba back into the CD player and sat down to type this.
Thinking of you, Kirsty, and I'll be back at Soho Square next year.
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