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       (This article was first published in the Worthing FC 
        Programme in the 2002-2003 season) 
       I’m losing you… 
      
      “Dizzy, my head is spinning, like a whirpool, it’s 
        never ending – all written about Bracknell, apparently. It’s 
        big, it’s round, and it’s sponsored by Royal Standard Provident 
        Life Solutions, or something similar. It’s the town’s major 
        contribution to new town suburbia, the envy of traditional seaside towns 
        like ours. Ladies and gentlemen, friends, romans, countrymen, I give you: 
        the humble roundabout. 
      Except they’re not humble, are they? There’s 
        thousands of them, ganging up on us all. With entire eco-systems sitting 
        in the middle of them. Just when you thought it was safe to let it go 
        and slip into fourth, BANG, it’s another one. And you can’t 
        see anything… nooooo, because there’s a massive great blooming 
        rainforest in the way. And that’s the last time you’ll try 
        and cut that corner to the M4, my son. 
      The Portuguese Water-Dog: What do you 
        get when you cross a dog and a duck? Answer: the Portuguese water-dog. 
        This curious breed looks very like a poodle at first glance, but with 
        uniquely webbed feet it’s a great swimmer, able to dive down to 
        depths of 6m. 
      
      The Dripping Pan? Now I don’t want to plumb the 
        depths here, but surely they should just tighten their nuts? We won the 
        cup once (well, 21 times, but only once since the days of colour telly), 
        can we do it again? Ever? 
      The magic and romance of the cup will come to Lewes’ 
        partially assembled ground on Tuesday 19th November – we won’t 
        get behind the goal as it’s a building site. Be prepared for a crowd 
        of glory-hunting band-wagon jumpers telling us to leave little Jimmy alone. 
        Where were they in 1999? In fact, where were you? Yes, you! 
      River: Ouse, apparently. Look at a map 
        of England, there’s dozens of them. A big one runs through Peterborough. 
        No originality. 
      
      A veritable treasure trove for breeze block lovers. Legoland 
        for the non-league. Grey, soul-less, and with steep terracing, Imperial 
        Fields beckons once again, this time in the Bryco Cup. Can the Rebels 
        repeat their 4-0 win of last month? Can we sustain a league cup run? Seriously… 
      Be prepared to spend, spend, spend if you’re visiting 
        for this one. Obviously geared for the discerning Stamford Bridge goer, 
        Tooting charge a hefty £2.50 for a burger, a price that jumps a 
        whole thirty pence for a cheese slice. ONE CHEESE SLICE! Get a grip. Action 
        must be taken. 
      Telly Addict: Afghan jacket sporting 
        Wolfie Smith wanted freedom for Tooting. What happened, Wolfie? A card-carrying 
        New Labour member these days no doubt, eh Comrade, eh? 
       
        Nobody's up except the moon and me, and a lazy old tomcat on a midnight 
        spree 
        The Flying Horseman 
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