(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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