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Shots in a winning cycle?
“Well done pal!” said the Steward as I arrive red faced at Roots Hall barely five minutes before kick of time. “Just goes to show” he goes on “age is only a number”
“Think that and you must be a complete an utter idiot” I want to say before coming out with “Thanks mate. Could you find somewhere safe for me to park my bike?” instead.
An odd way to start a football blog maybe but if I tell you that for some strange reason known only to myself and my psychotherapist Joan, I had decided to cycle all the way from the cultural capital of the Universe (Leighton Buzzard) to the cultural capital of Essex, (well Southend actually), just to see my beloved Shots, then you might have a slightly better idea of where I’m coming from.
I admit it. Having glanced at Joan’s case notes summary as I left last weeks session (“Just plain nuts”) I should have known better but there you go!
As Scottish Wife is fond of telling me “It’s high time you started acting your age” and by the time I’d struggled through the likes of Bishops Stortford and Ongar battling a gale force head wind (Thanks a bunch God) I have to admit (and boy does it hurt to say so) she had got a point.
Essex, I have to confess, is not exactly up there on my all time favourites list. (Thing least likely to say. “I’ve just come back from a lovely weekend in Canvey Island”). However let’s be fair. Any place that can claim Ian Drury, the producer of that all time classic pop line “Cruising down the carnal canal with my canoe canoodling”, can’t be all bad.
“My given name is Dickie and I come from Billericay and I’m doing very well”, sang the great man before describing his love affair with Nina and other obscener misdemeanours (including seasoned up hyenas) in the back of his Cortina. Which is more than I could say as I arrived with just over two hours left to kick off and just less than 20 miles still to navigate.
Nevertheless, twenty miles and that friendly Steward later it’s a case of all’s well that ends well. Never has a cup of tea and a football ground burger tasted so good.
The match itself? Well despite the Football League Paper headline “Life’s a pitch for Paul (Sturrock) after bore draw” (sue them for copyright BT I say) it was actually quite good.
In the time that’s passed since my last blog the boys have gone from relegation zone to mid table security via an eight game unbeaten run and today was definitely one of our better efforts even if it did sum up our season quite nicely.
There’s the good. (That’s a solid defence). There’s the bad. (That’s still being unable to find anyone with the slightest idea of what the netty bits between those white sticky things are for). And finally there’s unfortunately the ugly (in the shape of some moron in the Aldershot end letting off a flare at the end of the game.).
“Still. What the heck!” I say. We picked up yet another away point. Age is just a number and I can do clichés till the cows come home.
A night out in Southend. A leisurely cycle ride home in the morning. What could possible be better?
Now where exactly is that train station?
Posted by Aldershot fan Old Timer
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