02/09 – Two midweek games to report as clubs try to pile in as many fixtures as they can before the weather changes. First to Wincanton for a Western League match with Portishead Town which ended 3-3. The visitors arrived late due to yet another accident on the M5, this time south of Clevedon, but we got underway reasonably on time. An excellent game which saw a disputed penalty just before half-time after the away keeper lost the ball under pressure and took out an attacker whilst trying to recover it. A cast-iron spot kick, but a brave call by the referee (under assessment) not to blow up for the initial incident – I’m quite sure many would have done as a matter of course. Protests were still flying, needless to say, as the teams left the field at the interval. The other major incident was the away no.11 refusing to leave the pitch (having been red-carded for a bad foul) before he’d exchanged pleasantries with the home bench

, who had been loud-mouthing it all evening. Needless to say, a bout of handbags ensued!
The second match was a Dorset Premier League fixture between Mere Town in Wiltshire and Westland Sports from Yeovil in Somerset. Go figure ….

Anyway, a frantic affair, high-tempo chasing, much swearing, more arm-waving than a club rave, all superbly controlled by a referee with a voice like a foghorn - I was so engrossed, the whistle at the end of the first half took me totally by surprise; I’d hardly glanced at the old stopwatch all evening! The teams then only took a 5 minute break on the pitch, possibly a good thing as, given there’s no floodlights at Mere, we finished in near darkness. Mere were under the cosh for a lot of the game and survived thanks to a stolid defence, a bit of inspired goalkeeping, and an awful lot of chances wasted by Westlands – the home side had some chances of their own, but will nevertheless regarded it as a league point well won, I reckon. That’s the second 0-0 of my season, both Step 7 and both played in Wiltshire. Hmmmm …..
So to today, and stumbling bleary eyed into the kitchen early morning, Ossie glanced out of the window and spotted a sparrowhawk perched on our back fence.

The shape, the size, and the barred plumage on the breast, were a bit of a give-away. A few months back, our neighbour opposite told me he’d also spotted one, so we weren’t overly surprised.
Well, having accomplished 16 soccer matches so far this season, now we’re into September, so it’s time to open my rugby union account! I concluded last season watching Bishop’s Stortford RFC clinch the National 2 South title at Exmouth, so today, like them, I started my 2017/18 with a game in National 1.
Surrey-based club Esher RFC have excellent transport links, lying just 500 yards up the main road from Hersham station, on the Waterloo - Woking line. There is an indication on their website that there are plans for a housing development on the ground, but when I enquired today, I was told that nothing concrete had been proposed and it was thought planning permission had lapsed anyway, so I guess they’ll be playing at Molesey Road for a while yet. Admission is bought from a ticket office by the main entrance to the car park, which is not the biggest, and it’s £5 to park (as my old school colleague Brian found out today after we’d agreed to meet up there). Inside, the large, functional clubhouse is on the left, and to the right is an equally large burger bar and grill

, and the club shop. The main feature of the ground is a glorious old stand down the length of one side of the pitch, steel structure but containing a steep array of wooden bench seating. The scoreboard sits rather incongruously under the eaves at one end of it. The other side of the pitch is a small raised grassy bank, which many were lounging on today in the summer sun.
The game pitted Esher against newly-promoted Old Elthamians RFC, and in a very interesting first period, it looked like a classic case of irresistible force vs. immovable object as OEs defended stoutly in the face of a surging home attack. But the penalties were going OE’s way; they were intercepting the loose ball and short kicks from hand, and pinching the line-outs. Slowly, OEs started forging forward, and Esher became a little ragged; when Irving put OEs 0-7 up on 11m, I wondered if we might have been in for a low-scoring shock result. However Esher got on the board with an easy penalty and ran up a 17-7 lead by half-time with some quite flamboyant play, and some stunning runs from both wingers.
The game drifted a bit after the break, and was marred after 55m by a serious injury to an Esher player, the captain Paul Roberts, I think, who had to be carefully stretchered off

. OE’s notched a second try on 67m to make the score an interesting 20-14 at that point, but Esher pulled away with three late tries of their own to seal the match. Because of the injury delay, I had to cut the last couple of minutes (thus missing the final try

) to secure my return train, which I only just caught by the skin of my teeth. Home by 7:30 after a rather exhausting day out ….
National League 1 (Level 3): Esher RFC 39 Old Elthamians RFC 14
Admission: £12, programme £1, bacon bap £2, frizzled the way I like it

; J2O and Diet Coke £3:40, attendance my guess would be around 500.
Sartorial elegance note: Replica club shorts purchased by Ossie in the shop for £25. They were very good, and allowed me to go try them on in the gents so I could decide the waist-line size

…… unlike my current disreputable green and red Broadstreet RFC shorts, this new pair are predominantly black, so I am hoping Mrs O will allow me out of the house in them ….
