Actually bought it. Read that Antrim beat London in the gaelic recently and was all like, "IN YOUR FUCKING FACE LONDON YOU DEBAUCHED CENTRE OF INCREASING CULTURAL MORIBUNDITY AND HOUSING CRISIS!!!" One day I hope I'll be in Andytown waving a saffron and white voodoo stick, screaming that from the terrace of Casement Park.
Ah, but I lived in County Antrim.
They weren't 'official' for many years and they are no different now, to what they were then!
Back in the seventies we had a fan who blew a long, narrow, bugle hunting type of trumpet thingy!
Good job s/he didn't become 'official', then!
Am I "Rob"? Why were they looking for me? Do I look like a trumpet-hating tyrant?
So Maidstone will be allowed to compete in the play offs, but if they win, there's still no guarantee they will be promoted.
It's this sort of thing that elevates the more mundane matches to a higher level these days. As recently as 3 or 4 years ago a match like that (midweek evening, far offf visitors with little travelling support) would have pulled a crowd of around 150. There would have been a bout 15-20 behind the goal, mostly middle-aged blokes who'd followed the club since they were schoolboys. All though that second half, while we were hanging on inconvincingly, we'd have been grumbling to each other about how a Bury equaliser wa inevitable, soundng like Rick Wakeman & Jeremy Clarkson and the like in an episode of "Grumpy Old Men"; then at the final whiste we'd have given a half-hearted cheer and been off out the gate before the players even had a chance to shake hands with the opposition, still chuntering about how we were lucky to win.Back to winning again.
Not a great game, redeemed by some quality twatting about. Let's do the g-man conga!
He must be Wealdstone's answer to Hugh Hefner. I really do hope that isn't a post-coital expression on his face.
That was Tom, wasn't it? He really was a bearded hippy, including the sandals in all weathers. He'd blend in effortlessly if he was still around!
