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Posted by sean on 25/10/2009 at 5:34 pm in Bath City with No Comments


After a week of illness, suffering from flu, I recovered sufficiently to make my way to see Bath City’s FA Cup game on Saturday afternoon.

As has been mentioned with much excitement on previous blogs, just 90 minutes separated Bath City from a potential game against Leeds United or Norwich City. 90 minutes and AFC Totton…

Totton sit two divisions below City, but unbeaten since the opening day. Still, it’s a formality, isn’t it?

The opening 20 minutes suggested otherwise, as Totton played with the confidence and skill their league form suggests. However, it wasn’t long before Bath City scored and opened the floodgates. 1-0 fast became 2-0, which then turned to 3-0. As the game progressed, it could have been 6.

However, with the end in sight, it nearly all went very wrong. Totton scored twice, making it a very nervy final few minutes, however City hung on to make it into the first round. Nothing is every simple though.

Then there was the excitement of Sunday lunchtime – the FA Cup draw live on national television. Like thousands of non-league fans up and down the country, I was sat in front of my TV, gripped and willing Chris Powell and James Anderson to pick a massive giant for our local, little club.

Bath City learnt their fate very early on into the draw. Sadly, they avoided the big boys, but luckily managed to also dodge any fellow non-league sides, which would have resulted in a disappointing anti-climax. It was a trip to ‘League Two strugglers’, Grimsby Town, which was eventually pulled out the hat.

Grimsby is a long way to go and makes last month’s mammoth trip to Dover seem fairly local! All I really know about them is that they play in black and white, they’re northern, are not doing very well at the moment and all the locals are fishermen.

It’ll be a long old poke as they say…

Posted by sean on 16/10/2009 at 10:45 pm in Live Shows, Music with 1 Comment


My ears are still ringing after a fantastic evening at Komedia watching The Wurzels. Somehow, I ended up right at the front, within touching distance of the West Country legends.

Highlights of the setlist included their Combine Harvester remix, the Don’t Look Back In Anger cover and Drink Up Thy Zider – plus many, many more.

They’re back in Bath in February at Twerton Park. I will be going.

Posted by sean on 15/10/2009 at 10:37 pm in Movies with No Comments


Last night, I spent my evening watching a load of half-dead crazy people running around aimlessly for an hour and a half – and no, I didn’t go to the England game.

I went to the cinema to watch Zombieland. Good film, but a simple plot…

Lots of zombies appear.
Young man meets old man and girls.
They get chased by zombies and drive around a bit.
They go to Bill Murray’s house.
They go to funfair.
They kill zombies.
The end.

Posted by sean on 11/10/2009 at 8:37 pm in Bath City with No Comments


A virus has broken out at Bath City Football Club. One which I have fallen victim to. The plague, which has the possibility to grow even more, is known as ‘FA Cup Fever’.

Bath City yesterday beat Bishop’s Cleeve in the FA Cup 3rd Qualifying Round. This now means they are one game away from the 1st Round Proper, where the bigger boys enter. In theory, Bath City are 90 minutes from a game at Norwich, Southampton, Charlton or even the mighty Leeds United.

Of course, 90 minutes is a long time in football and whether or not Bath City will progress past the 4th Qualifying Round depends on many factors, not least the outcome of tomorrow’s draw, where City will learn who stands in their way of making the season one to remember.

Beating Bishops Cleeve was nothing to boast about, even with the 4-1 score line. ‘Bish’ are two leagues below Bath City, so it would have been a major cup upset had the outcome been anything but victorious for the Romans (notice, I am trying not to get too carried away, despite the fever infecting my body and mind).

Despite being in the lower leagues, Bishops Cleeve’s Kayte Lane ground is a quaint, pretty stadium, situated in the picturesque surroundings of the Cotswolds. The facilities were impressive for the level in which they play their football. My only criticism is the cheeseburger, which is probably one of the worst things I have ever eaten at a football game. Half of it ended up in the bin.

After a mildly shaky start, City got into the game, winning a penalty which was duly converted by top scorer, Darren Edwards. As the game progressed, City went on to get a further two goals, before the referee’s whistle blew for half time.

In typical non-league fashion, the away fans made their way from one side of the ground to the other, to stand behind or alongside the goal in which City were attacking. The home teams manager must have given his few team a few choice words, as they came out with a fighting mentality, and it wasn’t long before they had pulled a goal back to make it 3-1. My fellow fans seemed unperturbed by this, however I would be lying if I said the nerves were not present inside me.

Any fears of a miraculous comeback were quashed when City made it 4-1, putting the game beyond doubt. This obviously caused some degree of anger to the Bishops Cleeve goalkeeper, who started randomly blurting our profanities and telling the Bath City players to ‘f**k off’.

With children well within ear-shot, the keeper was asked by a City fan to watch his language. He did not take the request on board and begun to turn his frustrations on the fans behind his goal – the biggest mistake any keeper can make. This lead to an onslaught of banter aimed in his direction. I cannot remember exactly what was said by the Bath City fans, but I am sure it was polite and along the lines of “Excuse me Mr. Goalkeeper. I have noticed you are having a rather below par performance this afternoon. I wonder if you actually enjoy losing?” to which the keeper turned around, spitting like a rabid dog and shouting “I f**king love it!”

A funny day and a great win. Hopefully the Bath City balls will be placed in the microwave, along with the lowest ranked team left in the cup tomorrow, ahead of the lunchtime draw.

And finally, while you can never plan for future rounds in the FA Cup, I think City would be wise to at least think of what they will do should they meet ‘a biggie’ in the 1st Round. If the game were to be televised, it appears to be a rule of TV that every non-league side has a postman in the ranks. This jolly old postie normally goes on to score the winning goal against the hapless, overpaid professionals.

For any City fans who haven’t been sucked into the romance of the FA Cup, have a look at this…

Posted by sean on 10/10/2009 at 10:38 am in Life In Bath, Man Flu with No Comments


My body was falling apart yesterday. Firstly, I was suffering greatly from a sore throat – the kind no amounts of paracetamols can ease. In a bid to prevent me from ripping out my tonsils to relieve the pain, I bought some cough syrup.

This caused an instant relief, albeit only for a small period of time. It also cheered me up and left me feeling all nice and warm. Wondering what magical ingredients had been included in the medicine to make it so delectable, I checked the box. I then found out – ethanol 5%. Does this mean I was legally drinking while at work?

After my Benylin binge, I made my way into town for an eye appointment. As I have mentioned in previous blogs, visiting the optician is not a favourite pastime of mine, due to my eyeballs being poked, prodded and stained with orange dye. Due to my hatred of ‘eye dentists’, I have been putting off this visit for some time, but last month, Specsavers cut off my contact lens supply, so I was left with little choice but to go.

Luckily, the optician yesterday was nice and decided not to paint my eyes with orange dye; leading to me to believe this kind of behaviour in previous visits was totally unnecessary and simply an act to annoy and distress.

Not much of a story, I know, but it does give me an excuse to use this picture 🙂

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