With a week into the football season, it’s been a rather mixed start for me. Last Saturday saw Bath City concede 4 goals in 17 minutes, before coming back with a further 3 themselves, yet still lose. Recent games have proven more successful, yet far less entertaining – a 1-0 win on Tuesday, followed by a 2-1 victory against Welling yesterday. My other team, Leeds, have won their opening 3 games, but sadly have not boasted some of the high-end score lines achieved some of their rivals.
Still, it was nice to see City and Leeds both with victories in the same afternoon yesterday (a rare feat last season). Unfortunately, Somerset couldn’t make it a hat trick of wins for my teams – losing the Twenty20 final. Oh well.
After the game Saturday, I stayed behind at Twerton Park to help the ground staff and fellow fans prepare for the Bath City FC Supporters Club 5-A-Side Tournament, which takes place today. This involved removing the goal netting from the grass, before marking new lines on the pitch, which will be used to split the field into 4 small football pitches – complete with mini goals.
I will not be attending the tournament this afternoon as I have other plans; all of which will be revealed in an upcoming blog – the excitement and anticipation, I am sure, is unbearable.
Simon – The Neville brothers – The cast of Corrie – David ‘Bumble’ Lloyd – Lanky the Giraffe
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Me – Simon’s dad – The Wurzels – Sheppy’s cider farm – Stumpy the Dragon
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It was just like David and Goliath, only this time David won.
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Rolf Harris, Steve Irwin, Harold Bishop… your boys took one hell of a beating!
I’m off to eat Marmite on toast and drink Pedigree.
Last night I went with Simon on a pub crawl… well if 2 pubs and 2 pints can constitute that.
Being adventurous, we decided on a change of scene to The Dolphin, so went to The Weston – the pub that used to be good a few years ago, despite the windows being smashed and the toilets overflowing; but is now rubbish, posh and overpriced.
Despite now being a rubbish pub, The Weston was surprisingly busy. There was a live singer, but I don’t think the revellers where there to enjoy his music. Dubbed ‘the human jukebox’, he was unable to fulfil requests. I passed the time by playing Britain’s Got Talent, pretending to be Simon Cowell, buzzing him off.
After we had finished our drinks, it was accepted we had made a mistake in trusting The Weston, and went back to the more familiar surroundings of The Dolphin – the plan being to end our evening with a nice, quiet drink by the canal. Unfortunately, Ricky Ponting’s prayers were answered and the heavens opened, producing an almighty downpour.
Although we were only out in the shower for a matter of seconds – the time taken to run from our table back into the pub – we were still drenched, with our pint glasses becoming almost fully refilled – unfortunately with rain water.
The rest of my weekend was spent watching The Ashes, while working on a PHP script which allows me to produce status updates for my blog (see the top right of the main page). I have also found myself wasting far too much time on the Farm Town app on Facebook – stupid, addictive games!
If ever a single photo could invoke laugher, it has to be this.
I bet Ponting has a sleepless night ahead of him. Either that, or he’s praying for rain of biblical proportions.
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