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Got a lift down to Weymouth with Dick and Nicky for last night's League Cup Final. There was a little café at the ground, where we all sat and talked, while some of the girls watched the highlights of William and Catherine's nuptials on the telly and the guy behind the serving hatch accepted payment for crisps, drinks and cakes but wasn't able to supply hot snacks (it turned out he was just waiting for us to clear out into the stadium to allow him to lock up and go home).
Just before the girls decamped to the dressing room, Trevor said he had an announcement to make. His grin said it all : we've got the three points from the game Cullompton pulled out of earlier in the season, and so we're in the play-offs.
Once we were inside the ground Trevor asked me to do a report for the Sports Mail in time for first thing in the morning. With no more men's programmes to write for this season, I hadn't expected to have to do one on this game so hadn't brought a pen or paper. A Weymouth FC official came to the rescue, lending me a pen and providing me with an A4 sheet of club letter paper.
I knew I'd need all of that single sheet to make notes on, so found an old half-time 50/50 draw ticket and used that to write the teams down. Plymouth had a player called Kate Middleton, so I quipped "She's had a busy day" and their coach replied "Tell me about it, she's been getting it all through the drive here." During the game, several of their players and supporters called her 'Princess' when shouting out to her.
The Hawk girls did well to contain Plymouth for 19 minutes but once Argyle got the opening goal we were up against it. They added two more after the break. Becki tapped in a nice consolation late on, then with three minutes to go Chloe threaded a lovely through ball for Lauren to run on to and...hit the bar.
Plymouth were worthy league and cup double winners and I said to their coach "Good luck in the FA Premier South." Weymouth laid on a splendid buffet for us; the chicken especially was first class.
Dick took us on a mystery tour of Weymouth and Dorchester, till Nicky and I managed to navigate him onto a homeward bound road. I drifted in and out of sleep through the drive back. Dick dropped me at the Fareham taxi rank. The cabbie, a chatty chap, was delighted to hear I'd been at a women's football match, though he seemed suspicious of my motives for following the female game... Arrived home 12.35 am to type my match report panda-eyed.
Just before the girls decamped to the dressing room, Trevor said he had an announcement to make. His grin said it all : we've got the three points from the game Cullompton pulled out of earlier in the season, and so we're in the play-offs.
Once we were inside the ground Trevor asked me to do a report for the Sports Mail in time for first thing in the morning. With no more men's programmes to write for this season, I hadn't expected to have to do one on this game so hadn't brought a pen or paper. A Weymouth FC official came to the rescue, lending me a pen and providing me with an A4 sheet of club letter paper.
I knew I'd need all of that single sheet to make notes on, so found an old half-time 50/50 draw ticket and used that to write the teams down. Plymouth had a player called Kate Middleton, so I quipped "She's had a busy day" and their coach replied "Tell me about it, she's been getting it all through the drive here." During the game, several of their players and supporters called her 'Princess' when shouting out to her.
The Hawk girls did well to contain Plymouth for 19 minutes but once Argyle got the opening goal we were up against it. They added two more after the break. Becki tapped in a nice consolation late on, then with three minutes to go Chloe threaded a lovely through ball for Lauren to run on to and...hit the bar.
Plymouth were worthy league and cup double winners and I said to their coach "Good luck in the FA Premier South." Weymouth laid on a splendid buffet for us; the chicken especially was first class.
Dick took us on a mystery tour of Weymouth and Dorchester, till Nicky and I managed to navigate him onto a homeward bound road. I drifted in and out of sleep through the drive back. Dick dropped me at the Fareham taxi rank. The cabbie, a chatty chap, was delighted to hear I'd been at a women's football match, though he seemed suspicious of my motives for following the female game... Arrived home 12.35 am to type my match report panda-eyed.