Posted by sean on September 18, 2009 at 8:16 pm in Bath City with No Comments


Tomorrow morning, I make one of the longest trips in my football supporting career. I am travelling all the way from Twerton Park, Bath to Dover – the far south east of England.

Dover is so far away, it is almost in France. I suppose tomorrow afternoon’s game is the closest Bath City will ever get to playing a European Cup tie.

After visiting the various pick up points on route, the journey will amount to a 400 mile round trip. Such a distance could see me take a one way trip to Paris, get 1/600th of the way to the moon, drive all the way to Glasgow, walk 60% of all the roads in London, or make up a years worth of walking from my flat to work and back home again.

Dover are top of the league and doing very well. Bath City have been struggling a bit of late and sit uncomfortably midtable. A sensible betting man wouldn’t place a penny on the boys from Somerset getting anything from the game. Hopefully the players will prove the pundits (and me) wrong, upset the odds and make the mammoth journey worthwhile.

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