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       (This article was first published in the Worthing FC 
        Programme in the 2002-2003 season) 
      The odyssey continues (although it’s at a bit of 
        a weird angle)… 
      
      It’s getting even BIGGER as it looms up in front 
        of us, like sitting in your conservatory watching a large grapefruit hurled 
        over your fence and hurtling towards your pride and joy. Pesky meddling 
        kids. 
      This is the one where the people of Bognor hope that 11 
        men, resplendent in the traditional green and white shirts (that’s 
        “traditional” as in “haven’t changed the kit for 
        5 years”), can get one over the more glamorous and cosmopolitan 
        town of Worthing. This grudge goes far deeper than football. This is about 
        bigger piers, this is about more nightclubs, this is about having a tourist 
        industry not based solely on a large barracks on the edge of town, and 
        most of all, this is about having seafront bars that serve real beer, 
        not just bottles.  
      The thinking, drinking mans’ choice will be via 
        Ford station (and it’s local hostelry), arriving at the Lane around 
        2.30pm. Unless of course you like to pay top-whack prices for bottled 
        beer in an off-licence with seats, in which case Bognor seafront comes 
        highly-rated. Remember to try the bread pudding, although it’s a 
        bit too stodgy for my liking. 
      The verdict: Nessun dorma? No sleep ‘til 
        Bognor, more like! A tricky one, but a win is not outwith the realms of 
        possibility. After all, the winners of this one must be a top tip for 
        the final in May. 
      
      Rumour has it that Crawely’s breezeblock Broadfield 
        Stadium would not meet the ground-grading criteria for the Ryman League 
        as it’s car park is not treacherous enough. Carshalton’s Colston 
        Avenue has no worries on this part, with a 4x4 recommended for tackling 
        the furthest extremities, along with full mountaineering gear for the 
        walk to the Clubhouse. Don’t even attempt it if you haven’t 
        brought your Kendal Mint Cake. 
      Don’t let the catering catch you out here – 
        the hatch directly outside the Clubhouse (and beyond the perimeter of 
        the ground) serves chips and slush puppies, whilst the trailer inside 
        is very much a burgers-only zone. The Club Shop had a great line in used 
        1980’s kit for £2 a pop last season – but remember, 
        a bargain is only a bargain if you really need it. Cheers Mum. 
      Simon says: Sit down? Stand up? This 
        sounds like an effort to extol the values of a totalitarian regime to 
        impressionable youngsters. Oppose it in all it’s forms. Let them 
        play hopscotch and be done with it. 
      
      The famous A24 derby match promises to have extra spice 
        with Gavin Geddes back at Queen Street. Horsham is renowned for it’s 
        barbour jackets and landrovers (at least they’ll have no trouble 
        at Carshalton!), yet the “eccentric yet lovable” crowd at 
        Queen Street bears no relation to the genteel stereotype of mid-Sussex 
        downs-dweller. 
      The best way to approach this is with cunning and stealth 
        – they’ll be expecting us to enter from the south-west. Outflank 
        them and their traffic by turning right on to the A272 at Bucks Barn then 
        hanging a left at Cowfold. Follow this road in and the ground is on the 
        left before the railway bridge. Leave the misleading central ring-road 
        to the amateurs. 
      Prediction: Light showers clearing from 
        the south. A fresh 14 degrees maximum during the day, dropping to an overnight 
        low of 4 degrees, with some overnight frost on high ground. 
      In a while, crocodile 
        The Flying Horseman 
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