Sore head for me, the morning after a work team night out (sat in the Old Manor's AstroTurf garden ... which, thinking about it, was decent preparation for a visit to Gander Green Lane's plastic pitch); news of Harry Pritchard's move to Bradford City broke as I enjoyed one of several pints of Lancaster Black
Under an hour is how long the drive should've taken, but an accident on the M25 meant that we had to take a detour - past the Turk's Head pub in Staines - and so there was time for just one pre-match drink; good to chat again, in the bar, with @garethdmiller
Terrible first 45 (from both teams, although they probably shaded things and should've had a penalty); Jimmy Nail's Ain't No Doubt playing on the PA at the break was the highlight of the day, up to that point, which says it all
Three lads walked past the travelling hordes, in the second half, and one of them - wearing round glasses - goaded us as he went; the loud chants, started by Macleod (M), that immediately followed - "You're just a shit Harry Potter," "Does Hermione know you're here?" and "Harry, where's your wand?" - had everyone (including his mates, the stewards, and the police) in stitches!
Once Shamir 'Mutha' Fenelon had given us the lead, with an absolute cracker, the result was never in much doubt ... if - bearing in mind (1.) our excellent recent record vs Sutton and (2.) the fact that I was wearing my lucky pants - it ever had been
Nice to see some of the Gandermonium crew (albeit briefly); I wish them all the best for the season and look forward to a proper beer up when they come to York Road for the final game #promotionparty
"We're on our way ... " etc., etc. https://t.co/EqUePslHPD— ɢᴏ ᴍᴀᴅ ᴏʀ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ (@gomadstopcaring) August 31, 2019