Your scribe was a late call up as match reporter for the game against Amersham. In fact it wasn’t until after the game sunning myself on the balcony watching the 1st team play against Old Cranleighans that I was forced to take the Carney Shilling.
So these are my very selective and partial (in all senses) recollection of the afternoon.
All started well with a pleasant journey from the upper fringes of Farnham. The Hogs Back was running smoothly. Dropping off the A31 to cross over the A3 at the Compton/Priors Field interchange there was an unexpected hold-up but I soldiered through valiantly.
I arrived in the dying moments of the first half to be told that the Gondos were one nil down. I have to say that sitting on the bench, in front of the club house in the sun, was idyllic. Not knowing my future role as match reporter, I took very little notice of the game, and spent the time countering the Amersham bench’s attempts to motivate their team. A bit of banter ensued sometimes with agreement about the umpiring decisions.
A post-match interview with both umpires assured me that the Gondos had much the better of the first half but had gone a goal down.
The second half saw the play swing from end to end but, by then I was soporific with the balmy September sunshine. I decided the best tactic was to coach Tom Carney from the side line. Sadly his deft one handed tackles and interceptions were impressive. (Where does he get that strength in his left wrist?)
The Gondos pressed with Gordon being an effective target man. Matt and Rob in midfield were busy and a number of attempts on goal ensued. There was the usual on field co-ordination and our new Master and Commander in the defence – a full Wales international – marshalling (and countermanding Geoff on occasion) things in front of him (Steve if you think you’re going to get an relief from banter this year, think again!!!).
Confusion ensued in the Amersham ‘D’ with decisions being debated and eventually a consensus being achieved. This resulted in the Gondos being awarded a penalty flick after the ball was stopped on the line by an Amersham foot. Tom used the power of his left wrist to launch the ball into the net.Amersham breathed a sigh of relief at the final whistle.
So a pleasant halcyon afternoon enjoyed by all. Note to team manager: Amersham were on post-match intelligence gathering exercise, asking who had played where, and who were our ‘internationals’. I guess this means that the Wessex Supervets Fixtures Alliance is now entering a professional, data driven era? I quoted GDPR to him but this was soundly ignored. Do we have any lawyers amongst to advise?
My journey home was uneventful.