As a god-fearing atheist Easter is probably my favourite of the religious holidays currently on offer although I still don’t understand why it is held on totally random dates or some of the highly strange licensing/shop opening hours that it throws up. As well as signalling the potential start of some warmer weather and longer days Easter also tends to be pivotal in terms of what matters most – the footballing calendar.
|People waiting. In line.|
I had a glass of something which had clearly been strained through the brewers unwashed pants and was just leaving when Four Days, getting pissed up instead of packing before his brief political exile to the Ukraine, announced that they had a decent pint that looked and tasted like something normal and that he had deliberately kept from me for a laugh. Why I bother traipsing all the way over to the occupied territories to be fucking poisoned and pissed about like this I do not know.
Whilst subjecting my guts to this misery, tweets, and some things called WhatsUps? And Instantgrams that I know very little about, had started filtering through from Gatwick where the rest of the firm were flying down to Newquay for the Truro game. The bloke who thought you could take a set of darts on the plane in case the stewardesses rig up a board for a game of arrows will remain a total and utter local legend.
If you are not part of the travelling party to the deep South West there is nowhere better to keep up with the news from the game than back at HQ where Sutton Common Rovers were hosting Horley and giving them a right proper pumping. Quite a few faces were lurking around the stand including one or two who were getting in the mood for the return to the ring that night of local pugilist and all-round decent bloke Ricky Boylan. Well done mate by the way.
With news of what sounded like an exceptional team performance filtering back from Truro the vibes were good as we battened down the hatches for Storm Katie and looked forward to a bumper bank holiday Monday fixture against the White Hawks.
Plans to squeeze in the morning fixture at Raynes Park Vale were well and truly scuppered by the atrocious weather but the Fred Gee laps up that sort of battering and as the clouds cleared the skies across the People’s Republic we knew there was no danger and it would be game on at GGL. I headed out the door wearing nothing more than a t-shirt and levis jacket full of the joys of spring and a chocolate Easter Bunny that I’d thieved off one of my daughters.
Thinking I would breeze straight in as I was early, and looking forward to a couple of liveners, I was surprised and pleased to find a queue already built up most of the way back to the Lane. This was later explained partially by the fact that Mod/punk Beddington legend Marky N was back on main gate turnstile duties and taking time to show off to all and sundry his new pair of desert boots that had arrived that morning in a giant egg. I may actually have made that last bit up but I am merely the painter of pictures for your delectation.
Into the bar and you can tell this is going to be a busy one and the place is absolutely buzzing with anticipation. With the Hawk’s fielding a fair old smattering of U’s old boys, and a scummer between the posts, that little bit of extra spice is sprinkled into the mix. After trying to explain to Duke why there is no duty free allowance on an internal flight it’s time to head out of the tunnel and into a well-filled arena.
I am pleasantly surprised to bump into my spiritual adviser Father Kev, a man of the cloth, who has taken time out from ecumenical matters to put in an appearance. When the glitterati of the local Catholic Church start turning up at GGL unannounced you know there is something in the air. Fucking glory hunters.
|GERRIT IN THE MIXER!|
So with a bit of rotation to rest some of the tired legs from Saturdays long haul, and with the very welcome return of Jamie Collins and Dan Fitchett, we start brightly enough and within a couple of minutes Ross is scythed down with a shocking tackle that merits only a mild rebuke from the ref who lays down an early marker for a “mixed” afternoon. A couple of early corners see some blatant obstruction and wrestling of our players in the Hawks box but are not only ignored but actually see an offence awarded against us. Yes, this is what we have come to expect at this level in this day and age.
First twenty five minutes it is all us but with the strong wind at our backs long passes and crosses are proving tricky but we still manage to create some decent chances with Fitch hitting the side netting from a tricky angle and the ever-lively Ross Stearn getting a couple a couple of decent chances away.
|Lake Gander is just beautiful in spring.|
But Whitehawk are a decent enough side and they had certainly turned up for this one and as the half wore on they got a stronger foot hold in the game and JC had to make a fine defensive header to prevent what looked like a nailed-on scoring chance at our end. It was a warning and just before half time an unusual slip by Wish allowed their forward to get in round the back of him and despite a few shouts from the Shoebox for offside he calmly slotted the chance pass Ross, the first goal we had conceded in nearly nine hours of football.
In injury time in the first half Fitch had a strong shout for a penalty turned down for a blatant shove in the back but as that kind of stuff had gone unpunished up till then it was no real surprise when the ref waved it away. So we went in at half time a goal down and knowing we would have to give it some to get back into contention. But as it turned out it was Whitehawk who got the early second half goal.
Another warning came just a few minutes in when Ross had to make what was a quite extraordinary save from a header off the back of a Sam Rents corner. Ten minutes later their man found himself round the back of our defence in space and was able to calmly lob Worner with a very high quality finish. Two down, with half an hour left and off the back of the long return trip to Truro, this was now a real test for us on Easter Monday and Jeez, did we rise to it. (See what I did there?).
From then on it was pretty much all us and we went for it like a team that simply doesn’t know when it’s beaten. Bedsy thrashed home a lovely volley from a Kev long throw to get us back in it, and, switching to three at the back and sticking Tom up front with the sub Dundo and Fitch it was mayhem and after some near misses Dan himself finished coolly after being set up by Tom. There was only one team going to win this now and it wasn’t the mob from Roedean.
|Inches from victory.|
The final chance came in injury time when a superbly struck free kick from JC was fingered onto the post by the scummer between the posts and Dundo just couldn’t get there to stick in the rebound. But what a game and superb entertainment for the bumper crowd of well over a thousand and it felt like a win as the other favourable results drifted in and the epic unbeaten run is extended to 19 games.
I had to leg it at the death but there was some buzz as the crowd bundled out onto the Lane. This, along with the season ticket offer, is the stuff that will draw the crowds in. So, youth team Friday night and Eastbourne home on sat before the big one in a week’s time down a Maidstone. If anyone can give me a lift back to the West Sutton area from that PM me via the fans forum or email this blog.
On we go.