Our Kid - moving to Oz at the end of the month - was supposed to join me and Macleod (M) for the long drive to Devon but pulled out, and too late, sadly, for us to find a replacement
Resplendent views of Babbacombe Bay from the Cary Arms after standstill traffic on the Kingskerswell bypass had delayed our arrival by approximately 25 minutes; we only had time for one round in this perennial favourite (#topten) before meeting - in the Union, close to the ground - with Steve J, Jim Parsons' stepson (and his son), and one of Macleod (M)'s old TVSFL refereeing colleagues (now living in Paignton)
Quarter of the way through our previous game at Plainmoor - another midweek, back in October 2017 - we were 3-0 down; a significant improvement this time ... not least the team's prompt arrival!
United - more specifically, the United wearing hideous checkerboard shirts - opened the scoring against the run of play (MASSIVELY) but, after that, produced a masterful team performance, with every man playing his part; as mentioned on Twitter, talk of a 'smash and grab' is as wide of the mark as the home side's final ball
A-ha! (Typical social media reaction, in general, from fans of a BELT)
Y-fronts begone; I have a new pair of lucky pants! #penal (Two for two so far this season, as I also wore them whilst watching the Stockport County game on TV)
Two regrets from last night:— ɢᴏ ᴍᴀᴅ ᴏʀ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ (@gomadstopcaring) August 14, 2019
(1) @MurdoMacleod6 & I didn't take up stewards offer to stay behind the goal, after removing flags. The clincher came just secs after we'd returned to the stand 🙄
(2) Best Years of Our Lives didn't get an airing. 2-0 up away, so it should've #rusty https://t.co/bgjb8rukIH
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