Posted by sean on November 14, 2007 at 11:58 pm in Bath City with No Comments

This evening I went to the seaside town of Clevedon and watched Bath City destroy Clevedon United 7-0 in the Somerset Cup 2nd Round. The regular cameraman wasn’t there, so I volunteered my services to film the game. I stood by myself in a lonely, empty stand for 2 hours, shivering, while zooming in and out of the action, with cold, numb fingers.

Even the tape in the camera had enough of the Arctic conditions and decided to stop working during the first half. Therefore, tonight’s DVD will feature missing segments of the match. It will, however, feature a special bonus feature of Bath City midfielder, Scott Rogers and I having a chat about random, meaningless bollocks. Scotty was obviously as bored by the game as I was, and decided to come up for a few words. And no, in case you were wondering, he wasn’t supposed to be playing; although judging by Clevedon United’s performance, it wouldn’t have made much difference if our players had come off for a break.

Now time for bed, it’s too cold to be up this late.

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