I couldn’t think of anything funny, other than West Bromwich Brazil are a great team.
Quick recap of the footballing week, we go to Eccleshill and win 2-0 in conditions similar to Maltby Main. Eccleshill are not having a good time of it, they lost again at home, 6-0, to Lincoln Moorlands Railway anoraks on Saturday, 20th beating 19th to leapfrog 19th into 19th place, thus relegating 19th to 20th place – Lincoln improving their goal difference to minus 52 and Eccleshill’s to minus 89, i feel for them coz they have similar stats to ours last season.
I’d managed to talk Mrs and daughter to come to Pickering with me and the lad, not to cheer the boys on, but to go shopping, oh well, some company for the trip.
After some lunch in town, me and the lad made our way to the gound, contending with the wind and the drizzle and meeting one or two Brid-ites on the way. £5 for me and the lad went free, and as we entered Pickerings tidy little ground, I was surprised to see so much red and white. And on entering the bar, there was aload more – brilliant !!
Early doors we stand in the main stand behind the goal by the club house, but just as we get settled, the teams decide to change ends, so loads of us mozey on down to the other end. A quick reccy and I think we have around 30 in the stand at the far end, another 15-20 around the dug outs, this doesn’t include peeps int he main stand and those at the far end. A good 80 – thats nearly as good as a mid week home game in the freezing cold of winter.
The ground is tidy, the pitch is awful, more undulations than Pamela Andersons chest, this caught out Frank Belt early on, as he suffered from a bad hamstring injury when pot-holing on said undulation.
10 minutes in they score
11 minutes in so does Chib
43 minutes their keeper up ends Chib outside the box gets a red card and we miss the free kick
55 they score again – but how ? they’re down to 10 and against the wind
77 Chib gets another
88 The moment that stays with everyone for a very long time. The goal that cuts the tension, whereby you know you should have won by a huge margin and kicked them into touch ages ago, but the response from the players and fans was such a joy. As i’d written on the forum, Phillo’s corner just sailed over, got caught in the wind, misses everyone and hits the far post and then goes in. There is a moment of stunned silence as everyone thinks “Shit, it’s in…..YYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS” a big bundle on the pitch eunsues, with 2 Brid fans jumping in too. It was such a spine tingling feeling.
If we had done that at home, the feeling wouldn’t have been the same, I suppose when you are away, you have a tendency to stick together, especially when you are on someone else’s manor, so you share all those tense moments, those fingernail biting moments, the highs and lows. Whereas at home, you congregate in your own little cliques.
Thankfully a warm car await us in the car park, a short drive to Ayton to the Dennison Arms for a welcoming dinner.
