And a final one before I go to bed…

The bizarre event of the evening’s trip to Newport involved a ‘run in’ with a very portly football steward, who approached the Bath City fans just minutes before kick off, asking if we would move to a segregated area in the main terrace.

This ‘segregated’ area was a small part of terrace, right next to the majority of the hardened Newport supporters. The way in which it was segregated did not involve tall fences and police with riot gear, like you would see in Italy, but two elderly stewards. As the terraces were the location of potentially ugly scenes last season, we were all very reluctant to move from our safe, seated area.

His request for us to move to the hell-hole got the response it deserved – silence and bemused looks from the City fans. The steward walked off, before returning a few minutes later, this time a little annoyed. He began to ask the group of fans, whose average age must have been 65 – hardly your average Green Street hooligan – “so… you’re not going to move?” (really enforcing his authority), to which he was told “NO!”. He then waddled off, only to return at random intervals during the match, to glare at us from a safe distance.

Keep up the good work, boyos!

I have only recently got home after a lovely evening’s trip to Wales. ‘Lovely’ and ‘Wales’ don’t normally go together, but when it involves your football team destroying one of theirs, it is most appropriate.

Despite the score line, Bath City were not outstanding. Take nothing away from them, they scored 4 goals and won the game well. The problem was Newport, who were absolutely shambolic.

I have watched a lot of non-league football and A LOT of rubbish. Tonight’s performance from Newport was truly dire and made Bath City’s recent bad games, against Fisher and Bogor, look like Barcelona performances.

At 4-0, the vast majority of the stadium emptied, with home fans returning to their valleys (or wherever they live in a city like Newport… suburbs?). Many of them were understandably furious and vented their frustrations at their team. Good job too, as last season they took a dislike to their West Country neighbours, and issued us with threats of violence. Luckily, any anger this time around was fully directed at their hapless manager and set of players.

I was amazed how Bath City striker, Stuart Douglas, managed to get a hat trick this evening – despite missing a penalty – following on from his 2 goal escapades at the weekend! Dougy has received a lot of stick from the fans all season for performances which appeared weak and lazy, but he has really proved himself these last two games. He really amazed me – he’s certainly had his Weetabix.

I even joked with one fan that he should be tested for performance enhancing drugs, following his incredible turnaround of form. Stuart has been playing like a man possessed. I guess he has realised his contract is running out and would rather be playing football next season, than joining the dole queue.

Still, a great night for Bath City, which moves us up the league and above Team B*th.

Time for bed now, I think.