(This article was first published in the Worthing FC
Programme in the 2002-2003 season)
Let’s drink, let’s drink,
let’s drink to Lilly the Pink, the Pink, the Pink…
The continual struggle for West Sussex coastal supremacy
yet again looms ever closer. We all know we have the bigger pier, the
real hotels and pubs that are pubs, not off licenses with seats, but can
we get the result needed for a clean sweep?
Remember: Papa may have a brand new bag, but you don’t
want to use it. With a matchday programme reminiscent of an Argos catalogue,
you may wish to take a briefcase or similar receptacle with you to keep
it nice, as it’s not going to fit in your pockets. Unless, of course,
you’re a poacher. In which case you’d best move on, sir, because
I seen the gamekeeper and ee’s got the dog’s out looking for
you.
Le Bog Noir: Like an obscure art house
film genre: dark, dank and unappealing. Someone’s had the lightbulb!
You try and feel your way along the wall, but urrggh, what was that? You
shudder as you realise the horrible truth…
They’re ganging up on us now, not one but TWO small
Surrey suburbs lining up to take a pop. Go on then, put your dukes up.
It’s okay really, they’re not that big, not even added together.
We’re big, but then we’ve got lots of old people too. Many
of them having moved from places like Epsom to retire and tend to their
gardens and sup real ale (YOU know who you are!).
Epsom (and Ewell too) play at Merland Rise in Banstead.
It’s small, low-level and has a clubhouse several miles from the
actual “arena”. The toilets were a bit suspect on our last
visit (FA Cup Preliminary in 1999) and needed guards posting outside to
stop the door flying open mid-squat – watch yourselves! They play
in blue and white hoops, just like some other outfit from the Smoke who
everyone down here seems to support, and prefer a two-goal lead within
the opening minutes. Forewarned is forearmed…
Through the wind and the rain and the snow and
the ice: Lets face facts. This game is due to be played on Saturday
January 4th. On a ground where at least two teams play league football
(probably reserves as well). It’s going to be wet and cold. Do YOU
think it will be on? DO you? Avoid unnecessary travel by phoning the club
before you set off. Or that could be you alone in that dark, wet car park
trying to find another game to watch, when you could have been tucked
up in a nice tartan blanket in front of a roaring fire with a cup of cocoa
and some toasted marshmallows.
Hamlet? If it’s not a cigar, then it must be a small
settlement of primitive dwellings in an isolated rural area. Not a great
huge slice of the sprawling, polluted, desolate urban heartland that is
Sarf Of The River (“at this time of night, Guv? It’ll cost
ya”). A heady mix of innovative design and supermarket architecture
(sounds just like Bolton’s old Burnden Park!) await the visitor
at this posh little ground.
Many have tried to drive to Champion Hill in time for
kick-off, and many are still sitting on the A23 in Streatham High Street,
right outside that big niteclub place. And that’s from last season’s
fixture. As the team will be setting off on Thursday lunchtime, the hardy
band of loyal Rebels on the road may want to consider switching to rails
for this soiree. You know it makes sense.
Pink and blue: Goes a little too well
if you ask me. Particularly in stripes. Give me Pink and Brown quarters
any day. See, even Corinthian Casuals know how well light blue goes with
pink, as they have the shorts to prove it.
At the car wash
The Flying Horseman
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