Poddington Ponders: Happy Birthdayweek
I’ve never been one of these “Oh I don’t celebrate my birthday anymore. I’m too old. Who wants to be reminded” No I’ve always gone with the idea of a birthday spread over the week.
As October approaches, the leaves start to fall, the sun’s power fades and the evenings draw in. Thoughts turn to memories of warm holidays and worries of cold, wet, dreary days. For all us Librans thoughts turn to birthday plans. An advanced check of sporting fixtures sets the day up nicely… the day seems to entail the following; 09:00 England v Argentina at egg chasing. 12:30 Brighton v Spurs. 15:00 The Mighty Terrors v Staines. 17:30 West Ham v Crystal Palace. Around those set times I plan for bacon butties, a full English, jerk chicken, a visit (or two) to The Ramble, and a mixed kebab at Chez Vous. I’m set. I have a plan.
Phone calls made, texts sent, emails written. Soon the excuses come in- “I’m on holiday”, “I’ll be in Japan”, “I’m baby-sitting”, “I’m at a wedding”, “I working”, “I’ve got tickets for Fulham v Charlton”. To counter that, a merry band sign up- and all Imperial Fields virgins. Fans of Liverpool, Arsenal, Tottenham, Newport County, Charlton, Bristol Rovers all stick the date in the diary. Whilst the FA Cup victory over Dorking was fantastic, it did throw a potential spanner in the works (a ruddy big silver cup to be exact)- the next round was scheduled for October 5th. An away tie would have scuppered all plans. Taadah! A home tie v Poole. Game on.
The day comes. Early trip to Sainsbury’s, bacon butties and tea after long journeys across London. England victory pleases all bar the Welsh lads. Lovely full English at the Breakfast Station next to Tooting Junction (well worth a visit if you ever get caught hungry in Tooting). Off to The Ramble for Guinness and Brighton vs Spurs. The usual fantastic welcome from Jimmy et al. Jimmy heading off to Fortress Imperial with granddaughter. And the footy soon brought the England rugby fan back to earth as he’s a Spurs fan.
A short 280 bus journey interrupts the drinking until we get to the ground. A crowded bar bodes well for a good atmosphere. A shortage of ale and staff not so good. In the ground, photo with plastic cup, 50/50 purchased- but programmes and Golden Goals sold out! Great to see the crowd building. Lots of positive comments on ground and pitch from those who have only ever paid £60/£70 before to watch footie. Very impressed. The BogEnders did not disappoint. The team were a little flat. Dom and Rooney seemed to be cramping up early on, which was worrying. My band were very impressed with non-league football and the ability of our boys, but still, I assured them that this was slightly below our normal level. Unfortunately, the game didn’t live up to expectations and their two goals certainly didn’t help! So, we headed off for the short ride to The Ramble (you can see a pattern emerging here). Still, many positive comments and promises of other days out. Website address shared for future fixture updates and thoughts of sponsored game and boardroom hospitality. All good….
Once again, a great welcome at The Ramble. A disappointed Jimmy feeling “deflated”. Reminded me of the story of the inflatable boy who brought a safety pin to the inflatable school and was told off by the inflatable headmaster. “You’ve let me down, you’ve let yourself down, you’ve let the whole school down…” In truth we were deflated, but not let down. The boys had played their hearts out and let no one down. On another day we could well have triumphed. Onwards and upwards in the league and maybe a little run in or other cups.
West Ham v Palace was interrupted by our attempt to educate a Dullwit to his misguided ways. His lady friends taking our advice and sporting a black and white scarf before the night was finished.
So, as the boys headed off to the tube with “We’ll meet again” ringing in the air, time had to be taken for a Wolfie Smith photo op at The Broadway “POWER TO THE PEOPLE”
And POWER TO THE TERRORS for the rest of the season.