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       (This article was first published in the Worthing FC 
        Programme in the 2002-2003 season) 
       As long as I know how to 
        love I’ll know I’m still alive 
      
      Yet again I find myself having to write a preview to the 
        battle of the piers, and yet again I am stumped with something original 
        to say other than to casually tease them over the length of theirs. So, 
        to take the heat off me for a change, here’s a quote from the “Homes 
        of Non-League Football” (page 42, Tempus, 2002): “A fine ground 
        in a harshly maligned seaside town”.  
      So that confirms it then, in print: WE’RE a “Seaside 
        Resort” (it’s a sign), and they’re harshly maligned. 
        It’s a hard life when you’re just a suburb of Felpham!  
      (Incidentally, and I know you all want to know, the 
        same book says Woodside is “a blueprint for potential Ryman clubs” 
        p283). 
      Pier pressure: Can the Rebels on the 
        road take the wheels off Bognor’s promotion bandwagon? Will the 
        game finish with 11 men on each team? 
      
      Now a suburb of Manchester home to Ocean Colour Scene, 
        but a Surrey superb straight out of Carry On Mapmaking. You can’t 
        miss it – look on a map for Hampton Wick, follow across to Bushy 
        Park and you’re getting near the promised land. Molesey is host 
        to not one but two clubs in our division – you want the West variety 
        for this lot (the Met’s Imber Court is in East Molesey). 
      We won the first game 3-1 at Woodside, when Molesey had 
        the distinct look of a pub team about them. They are now ensconced in 
        the relegation dogfight, so may be more of a match this time. The possibility 
        of a train trip also looms large over this particular little fixture. 
       
      I’m not a bat: Or a rat or a cat, 
        I'm not a gnu or a kangaroo, I'm not a goose or a moose on the loose… 
        Neither am I a cow or a chow or a sow, I'm not a snake or a hake or a 
        drake, I'm not a flea or a wee chimpanzee. Hope that’s cleared up 
        any confusion. 
      
      More of a motorway junction than a town. Perennial strugglers 
        Chertsey are rooted to the foot of the table and are certainties for relegation 
        at time of writing. Of course, this makes them odds-on favourites to hammer 
        the Rebels.  
      Why not join the Rebels roadshow to see this wonder in 
        action? Just don’t get involved in the car park afterwards – 
        “Leave it, he’s not worf it” 
      Travel News: The biggest dodgem track 
        (or car park, depending on your timing) in the world, the M25, has given 
        Chertsey more publicity than it deserves. Next time, don’t encourage 
        them – just drive past Junction 11 with eyes shut. 
      They paint the donkey blue if you pay 
        The Flying Horseman 
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