Post by hendo on Nov 3, 2019 11:19:33 GMT
With Godalming’s game postponed, a group of we loyal G fans travelled up to the airport to watch fellow strugglers Deportivo Galicia and Eversley and California slug it out on the 4G pitch.
And what a treat it was. Aside from the thrill of seeing wobbling aircraft trying to land in a howling gale, personally I learned a lot from the trip.
Firstly, somebody in Bedfont has a dog that can’t tell the difference between real and artificial grass as it had made a substantial deposit on the artificial turf beside the stand that runs between the team dugouts.
Despite the associated pungent aroma, I spent some time in that stand with the officials from Deportivo on my right, and Eversley on my left.
Both camps were very vocal, and I can attest that I didn’t understand half of what was being said; firstly, because Deportivo’s encouragement was in Spanish and, for some unaccountable reason, Eversley’s was in broad Glaswegian.
Deportivo’s mix of Spanish and English was a delight. I particularly enjoyed the scream of ‘Oy! Settle down! F****ing tranquilo!’
The Scots abuse was unclear, but the code was easily broken. In the first half “How many more times Ref?!” was screamed six times, which I believe is slightly above the number recommended in the league guidelines for the use of clichés.
The linesman obviously had made the mistake of washing his shirt along with his wife’s sexy underwear, so, as a consequence, the black material had been turned into a deep red ..but I thought he carried it off well.
Aside from we travelling Surry boys, I counted a total crowd of 17, which makes me wonder how these teams survive (Eversley’s last home attendance was 12).
Unfortunately, I had to leave early as I didn’t want to be caught in the crush and at that time Eversley were leading 1-0, Deportivo having missed chance after easy chance ..as my old Geordie grandad used to say “I could have wafted it in with my cap’.
I gather that the final score was 1-1, which is probably a good result for Godalming.
Onwards and upwards.
And what a treat it was. Aside from the thrill of seeing wobbling aircraft trying to land in a howling gale, personally I learned a lot from the trip.
Firstly, somebody in Bedfont has a dog that can’t tell the difference between real and artificial grass as it had made a substantial deposit on the artificial turf beside the stand that runs between the team dugouts.
Despite the associated pungent aroma, I spent some time in that stand with the officials from Deportivo on my right, and Eversley on my left.
Both camps were very vocal, and I can attest that I didn’t understand half of what was being said; firstly, because Deportivo’s encouragement was in Spanish and, for some unaccountable reason, Eversley’s was in broad Glaswegian.
Deportivo’s mix of Spanish and English was a delight. I particularly enjoyed the scream of ‘Oy! Settle down! F****ing tranquilo!’
The Scots abuse was unclear, but the code was easily broken. In the first half “How many more times Ref?!” was screamed six times, which I believe is slightly above the number recommended in the league guidelines for the use of clichés.
The linesman obviously had made the mistake of washing his shirt along with his wife’s sexy underwear, so, as a consequence, the black material had been turned into a deep red ..but I thought he carried it off well.
Aside from we travelling Surry boys, I counted a total crowd of 17, which makes me wonder how these teams survive (Eversley’s last home attendance was 12).
Unfortunately, I had to leave early as I didn’t want to be caught in the crush and at that time Eversley were leading 1-0, Deportivo having missed chance after easy chance ..as my old Geordie grandad used to say “I could have wafted it in with my cap’.
I gather that the final score was 1-1, which is probably a good result for Godalming.
Onwards and upwards.