Yesterday, I had the pleasure to witness one of the greatest games of football I have ever seen – Chelmsford City against Bath City.
We left Bath at 10am; making the long, 4-hour journey to Essex. Bath City had recently lost 3-1 and weren’t having the best of starts to the season. Chelmsford, in sharp contrast, were sitting pretty at the top of the league.
Things didn’t start well – Chelmsford scored early. It was a case of a lot of City supporters thinking “here we go…”
Then we were awarded a penalty. We rejoiced. But the penalty was missed! As the ball was scrambled away, it met the feet of winger, Richard Evans, who slammed it into the goal. 1-1!
The second half kicked off. Then I saw something I have never seen before. City stampeded their way towards Chelmsford’s keeper, scoring a cracker of a goal which shocked the home faithful and caused the travelling fans to celebrate as if they had won the league.
It got better… before the reality of the early goal kicked in, City scored again. 3-1! True ecstasy.
Then disaster struck. With over 20 minutes to go, Chelmsford were awarded a penalty. There were no misses this time and the penalty was scored.
The moment of horror continued when Bath City’s keeper, Paul Evans, took offense to a Chelmsford player and decided to give him ‘a little punch’. Evo saw red. City were down to 10 men and were forced to stick a midfield player in goal.
That was it! City had blown it. Not only were they not going to win, but they would lose. Or so I thought…
City battled and battled against a wave of attack from table-topping Chelmsford. It was a valiant effort. Every City fan had their hearts in their mouth, while nearby paramedics prepared the defibrillators. When it was announced there was to be five minutes of injury time, I think one or two fans had to make use of the resuscitators.
Bath City held out and conquered Chelmsford. They had won 3-2. A fantastic result and one I will never forget.
Despite always intending to blog during my week off work, I didn’t.
My week was spent mainly with Claire who also had a week off and was down from Walsall.
Blogworthy activities we got up to included a visit to Twerton Park for a evening’s entertainment with the Bath City manager; getting absolutely soaked in town while clothes shopping; and being entertained by Claire’s brother performing Christmas songs (and yes, I am aware it is still November). So all very exciting and riveting stuff I should have mentioned, but didn’t.
It may sound like a very uneventful week, but it was actually very enjoyable. It’s back to reality now, though. I have to go back to work and Claire’s returned to uni in Walsall.
Roll on New Year…
Last night Simon came round to watch Match of the Day. We decided to visit the off licence to buy a drink to enjoy while watching the football.
While waiting to pay for my drink, I noticed a very elderly lady in front of me in the queue. She was chatting to the poor shop assistant who can’t have been more than 12 (well, that’s how old he looked anyway).
This conversation lasted over five minutes. When she was finally persuaded to leave, she stumbled out the shop door, drunk, and returned home.
The shop assistant told me that she comes in every evening, without fail, and always buys a packet of 20 cigarettes and 2 cans of Special Brew – the drink drunk by tramps.
This woman was at least 80 years of age. It just goes to show that fruit, vegetables and exercise are not the key to a long life… the answer – a diet consisting of highly alcoholic lager and plenty of cigarettes.
On the other hand, this woman may look like she is 80 years old, but due to her poor lifestyle, is probably just 28.
A picture of health
Following being tuned down for a mobile phone contract earlier in the week, I contacted Experian to do some investigating. I have now seen my credit report, and as suspected, I am perfect – always paid my bills on time, not a debt to my name.
Surprisingly, there is nothing to suggest that my previous address has anything to do with the reason I was refused a contract. I was misinformed and wrong.
The reason I was turned down appears to be the fault of good old Bath and North East Somerset council. BANES have put my address down on the electoral roll incorrectly. Where my actual post code is BA1 ##B, it is listed as BA1 ##G. Therefore, when I give anybody my actual post code, they think I am committing fraud by giving a fake address.
BANES have apparently updated their system, but the change won’t ‘kick in’ until mid-December! I am not impressed. I don’t pay my excessive council tax for some office junior to type my personal details into a national database incorrectly and right-royally screw me over.
I’m now off work for a week.
Tonight I am having an evening in, watching Leeds play on Setanta, while enjoying curry, chips and cider. A perfect end to the week :o)
Claire is down from her university in Walsall for the week, so I am really looking forward to seeing her tomorrow, especially as I haven’t seen her since September.
I have many other things to do on my week off – Crimbo shopping, a Bath City Supporters’ Club Committee meeting, a bit of football and a day waiting in my flat for Dixons to deliver a freezer I have bought. All riveting stuff.
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