A couple of youngsters asked me what I was doing. I expect I did look strange peering over a fence to take photos. They seemed satisfied with my answers; interested even? I wandered off in search of a drink before heading to the Eastbourne Borough v Dagenham & Redbridge Pre-Season Friendly.
Eastbourne United Association 1 Saltdean United 3 (Friday 17th August 2018) Southern Combination Premier Division (att: 125)
The scheduling of a Friday night fixture often helps groundhoppers. They are not generally the norm, but when they coincide with a couple of days off work, they’re a Godsend, especially when it offers an opportunity for a ride to the coast.
I’d over indulged at the Middlesex v Essex T20 the previous evening, which meant I lingered rather longer than I should have. I’d bought a Day Saver ticket in advance for £19, which offered me unlimited travel on Southern Rail.
The tube ride to Victoria offered me a moment that gladdened the heart. Changing trains, I got on a Bakerloo line train at Baker Street as the doors closed. A suited man was looking out holding a phone.
A young black couple couldn’t get on. They’d left the phone. The man mouthed “next stop” & got off to wait for them at Regents Park. This act of kindness was very poignant at a time where senior politicians were trying to divide by race.
After a week at work dealing with abusive customers & junkies smashing up the customer toilets, this made my day. Well done sir. It was getting on for 3pm when I got onboard a train heading to Brighton, still with an open mind as to how to fill in an hour or so, when I had a moment of inspiration.
I’d never had a beer in the UK with my Thailand cricket touring pal Chris Felton. The wonders of Facebook messenger soon had us in touch and me changing for a train towards Shoreham-on-Sea.
Chris didn’t have to do much persuading when he suggested the Duke of Wellington, and the classic pub didn’t let us down. It was fantastic to spend an hour chatting and having a good laugh in such great surroundings before I headed back to Brighton.
A quick change put me onto the Eastbourne service as I tried to keep up with proceedings online of the vital Yorkshire v Nottinghamshire T20 eliminator. On arrival I had a reasonable pint in the London & County Wetherspoon establishment.
On the way to the bus towards the match I somehow managed to damage my earphones so that only one lug was receiving any volume and I cracked my Poundland reading glasses in half. I must have looked a sight with a handle hanging off each ear but needs must.
I alighted at The Archery stop before a few minutes’ walk saw me at the entrance to The Oval, where I paid £6 admission and a further quid for a programme. The teams were written up on a board near the gap through to the bar.
There was a good number enjoying drinks and playing darts inside. I went for a pint of one of the increasing numbers of continental IPA that had been appearing more and more. It wasn’t an inspired choice.
The catering was indoors further along and shared its space with the club laundry. I went for a cheeseburger, which was well done, and some chips that weren’t along with a tea to try and get rid of the taste of the beer. It was decent enough for £4.50.
United had been hit with the resignation of manager Tobi Hutchinson a few days before the commencement of the new season. Ryan Cooper took over the role as well as continuing to play. They hadn’t got off to a great start.
Seaford, the visitors from along the coast, sat in third place before kick-off. A decent crowd had assembled on a bright evening which became very chilly as the wind picked up. I initially sat in the incomplete stand behind the goal before moving to the more conventional structure.
The hosts looked pretty good in the opening stages. They’d obviously been fired up and it became obvious at an early stage that referee Nigel Baker was going to have his hands full. His fastidious way of going about things and his over talking wasn’t making himself very popular.
Eastbourne’s long throw ploy caused confusion before leading to the opening goal on twenty minutes when the throw was flicked on to Tyler O`Callaghan, whose looping header dropped in just under the bar beyond the reach of keeper Nathan Stroomberg.
Plenty of challenges were going in, some giving players an opportunity to yell at the officials and generally overreact. Seaford were playing the better football of the two sides and it was no surprise when they drew level ten minutes before the break.
The ball went wide of the six yard box with Eastbourne keeper Luke Colquhoun following it. He was beaten to the ball with a smart chipped cross headed into the unguarded net by James Waters.
Half time was spent in frustration trying to play with my specs and listening with an increasing inevitability as Yorkshire capitulated, which going for a walk to try and warm up a tad as I added the lower half to my cargo pants.
The Oval’s pitch wasn’t conducive to passing football, but it could be forgiven as groundsmen continued to struggle country wide after the drought. A heavy shower would have done it the power of good.
The game continued in a tetchy nature, with the home side picking up a couple of injuries as well as the withdrawal of the rotund Jordan Woodley who could certainly play but was too immobile and probably better suited to a leg or two of darts in the bar.
A real piece of quality from Saltdean’s Rabbit Kinkene saw him pull off a brilliant piece of skill in midfield before sending substitute Toby House through with a slide rule pass. The forward slotted past Colquhoun to make it 2-1.
Eastbourne saw an effort come back off the crossbar, but it would be the Tigers from Saltdean who would extend their lead and take all three points. A cross dropped at the far post for House to volley home.
The challenges became more petulant. Mr Baker continued to give a running commentary on proceedings and eventually booked seven players. I’d seen enough and headed off ten minutes from full time to take the bus back into town.
For some reason the driver waved me through without paying. I hope he didn’t think I was over 65! The pubs of Eastbourne were certainly vibrant. I’d had enough for one day and got a spurt on, so I was in time for the 22.00 to Victoria.
It had been a nice enough few hours out of the metropolis, even if the game hadn’t really done it for me.
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