A strange week. Ossie has been suffering from the Coronavirus
, or the equivalent local bug which seems to be very prevalent around town at the moment
. These afflictions are always welcome, because it gives me the opportunity to indulge in fantasy cravings
, which usually revolve around chocolate biscuits, and in particular McVitie’s Dark Chocolate Hobnobs
. At the first sign of illness, a double-pack is secured, and hidden in the medicine chest to which Ossie makes regular forays, ostensibly for Strepsils. Mrs O’s brows furrow at the trail of crumbs across the floor back to the nest, but thankfully, as long as Ossie is not too indulgent, the indiscretions are diplomatically ignored.
When it comes to health scares, though, spare a thought for the citizens of Amesbury. Back in July 2018, sadly, Dawn Sturgess died of Novichok poisoning, and today, less than half a mile away just up the ring-road and turn right, the Coronavirus-quarantined passengers from that Diamond Princess cruise liner touched down at RAF Boscombe Down. I wouldn’t want to live there. Not without a barrel-load of chocolate digestives, anyway …
The Footballing Gods generally do not tend to smile on the Ostrich
. If the bird is lucky, he might get a weak, sickly grin, but just at the moment, they seem quite implacable in denying Ossie the opportunity to knock off a few clubs on the South Coast. After last season’s Hamble Fiasco – game abandoned due to deluge with the bird at the ground - and this season’s Brockenhurst Fiasco – game called off due to deluge with the bird resigned to another afternoon’s shopping in Southampton
, we now have, due to the most recent deluges, the collapse of a railway embankment between Romsey and Salisbury, suspending all rail services to the coast, and initial forecasts are that this disruption will last at least two months
. And this incident follows the derailment of a freight train at Eastleigh a fortnight ago which wrecked a number of crucial points and junctions, and which still hasn’t been fully repaired. In consequence, it’s pretty much impossible to access Southampton by rail, and I’m certainly not going to rely on replacement bus services! Until next season, then …..
Anyway, by this morning, the Ostrich was suitably recovered in health and fitness (although possibly an extra pound and a half overweight
) to contemplate a local soccer match, and Gillingham Town’s reserves were due to host Shaftesbury Town Colts. I drove down to the Woodwater Lane ground about 1:15 only to find it locked up and deserted. Oh well, Plan B then. That was either Holt United, who had switched their match to the 3G pitch as Blandford School, a new venue for me, or a completely weird fixture at Sherborne Town’s Raleigh Grove ground. Needless to say, I chose the latter!
A very entertaining journey down the A30 ensued. I was pootling along through the countryside between Henstridge and Milborne Port, minding my own business, when I spotted out of the corner of eye a couple of deer haring across the field to the right of me. And heading straight for the road. I managed to reduce speed sufficiently to give them the opportunity to scoot across in front of me, only to have to jam on the brakes when I suddenly realised it wasn’t just a couple of deer, it was a whole blinking herd of them – all strung out in a line!
Thankfully the bloke behind me, and the cars behind him, had also seen what was happening and we all stopped safely. There must have been 10 of them, including a large buck with antlers in the middle of the line, from which I assume they were roe deer rather than muntjacs which are also prevalent in the county. Quite a sight!
So, starting up again, and rounding the next couple of bends – I ran straight into the blinkin’ Hunt!
Again, thankfully, the horses and hounds were in the field by the road, but we had the usual cacophony of large horse boxes half on and half off the carriageway, Landrovers reversing out of farm gates straight into the road
, and a few sullen toffs in red coats and on white chargers who hadn’t made it across the road yet. This is a main A-road – so I claimed right-of-way and doggedly motored past the lot of them
.
So that was what must have spooked the deer …. the only thing I didn’t see today was the local sabs!
Arriving, by now in somewhat of a daze, at Sherborne’s multi-sports complex, I parked up, wandered over to the soccer ground to claim a programme, and then headed for the rugby pitches where I could see the first team warming up. Sherborne RFC are back at last on their main pitches, the recent wind having nicely dried out the originally waterlogged ground. The opposition was Windsor RFC, whom I saw play here in a cup game last year, so not a game of particular interest to me, but I was at least able to watch around half-an-hour’s play before the soccer match kicked off. The guys on the gate very sportingly weren’t going to charge me admission when I told them what I was going to do, but I paid up anyway as (a) they need the dosh and (b) they issue a programme, something I very much like to encourage in this digital age. When I left it was 5-5, the home side having run in an excellent try before gifting Windsor the equaliser via the interception of careless pass.
So, back to the soccer ground, and today’s fixture was an FA Inter League Cup Quarter Final between the local Dorset Premier League, who fielded a side consisting basically of Westland Sports FC’s attack and Merley Cobham Sports FC’s defence, and the Peterborough and District Football League, represented by a motley gaggle of players from a large selection of clubs I’d never even previously heard of! Moulton Harrox FC, anyone? Stilton United?
The Peterborough and District Football League can trace its roots back to 1902. In those days, there were strict eligibility rules – all players had to reside within 10 miles of Peterborough Market Hill.
Nowadays, things are a bit more relaxed and clubs playing in the league seem to hail from most parts of East Anglia, I gather.
The FA Inter League Cup has apparently been going since 2003/04 and it’s basically for representative Leagues at Step 7 or below. The hook is that the winners of the competition go on to represent England in something called the UEFA Regions’ Cup. As far as I can see, no UK team has ever made the final stages of this latter European tournament, although a representative side from the Republic of Ireland actually won the whole dam’ thing in 2015 - they did have home advantage, though.
The cynic in me says the whole thing seems rather closer to Jeux sans Frontières than the Europa League.....
Today’s game wasn’t that edifying, to be honest, although in mitigation a strong gusty wind straight down the ground didn’t exactly help matters. For most of the match, Dorset looked the stronger side, but entered the closing stages with only a 1-0 lead – a clinically-executed Asa Phillips 15-yarder after 32m. It was the final 10 minutes that were the most interesting – the home defence had fallen into the trap of just going through the motions, and all of a sudden, Peterborough were on top of them, hunting that equaliser. It took two brilliant saves from keeper Matthew Robson to thwart them – the first a point-blank stop, the second a spectacular diving push round the post – and Dorset now progress to play either the Southern Amateur League or the Jersey Combination in the semi-final. Personally, I was just glad to avoid extra-time and penalties!
22/02/20: Wadworth South West 1 East (Level 6). It finished Sherborne 17 Windsor 5, apparently, a good win for the home side.
Admission with programme £5
Refreshments pre-game in the clubhouse – a hefty slice of shortbread and a coffee for £2.50 (the pasties were off
)
Attendance: 77
FA Inter League Cup Quarter Final: Dorset Premier League 1 Peterborough & District Football League 0
Admission: £3
Programme: £1 for a folded A4 sheet, but it did make an interesting read.
Refreshments at half time - a cheeseburger with onions, and a chicken and vegetable cuppa-soup which tasted rather funny £3.80 (the pasties had sold out
)
Attendance: 84