Archive for January, 2025

Darlington Town v Chester-le-Street United, Saturday 28th December 2024, 1.30pm

January 31, 2025

I’m gradually working my way through the Northern League, although with promotions, relegations, resignations and lateral transfers for geographical reasons, it seems a never-ending task. Today’s game was in the Second Division at the Eastbourne Community Stadium in Darlington.

Home side Darlington Town are new to tier nine, having won the Wearside League last season. Chester-le-Street United have been at this level for three seasons now and from what I read online, appear to exist for the purpose of showcasing young footballers hoping for a career in the game.  I might be wrong, but I think they are full-time with the players investing in their future by paying to play. They regularly take on the academy teams from clubs higher in the pyramid.

It was six quid to get in. Having turned sixty, I was tempted to ask what the age for concessions was, but I let it go. Anyway, it doesn’t feel right to be paying a reduced rate whilst I’m still gainfully employed.

There was a raffle for a basketful of booze, much of which looked like repurposed unwanted Christmas gifts. I bought a ticket anyway, despite suspecting that if I won, many of the bottles would go into a cupboard and remain there until I could re-gift them myself.

I took a seat in the small covered stand along one side and behind a sausage dog. There were also a couple of even smaller covered stands on the opposite side that might each have accommodated fifteen or so standing spectators.

It was a cold day, and I was glad that I’d nipped up to the loft before the game and looked for the big coat that I’d bought when living in Moscow. In the inner pocket I discovered a ticket from a 2021 Moscow Dynamo game, which might have been the last time I’d worn it.

The visitors took the lead ten minutes in when a corner wasn’t cleared, and someone bravely stuck his head amongst some flying boots. Chester-le-Street’s good start was undermined fifteen minutes later when one of their players was sent off for what looked like an off-the-ball elbow.

At half-time I nipped out to the burger van where I saw a kid try to salt his chips only for the cellar top to come off and deposit the entire contents of the container into the tray. He reacted as if nothing untoward had happened and nonchalantly walked away with his food as if he always went for an equal ratio of condiments to chips.

Darlington Town struggled to make an impression on the game after the break. The visitors should have gone two-up mid-way through the half when they were awarded a penalty, but it was blazed over the bar. There was some home pressure towards the end, but Chester-le-Street held on for the three points.

Middlesbrough v Sheffield Wednesday, Thursday 26th December 2024, 3pm

January 29, 2025

This month marked the fiftieth anniversary of my first Boro match, a home win against Birmingham at Ayresome Park. My second Boro game was actually fifty years to the day, a Boxing Day victory over Sheff Utd. Fifty years feels right for both those games as I was only a kid. What does seem strange though is that I only watched games at Ayresome for twenty years and we are now approaching the thirtieth anniversary of the move to the Riverside. Time moves much more quickly these days.

It’s moving quickly for Harry too as this was his last day as a thirteen-year-old. It barely seems any time at all since I rocked up at North Tees after he was born with some mince and mash for his Mam.

We got to the ground early enough to catch up with Tom and his mate Murgy in the fan zone. There were long queues for the bar, but Murgy very generously gave me a can of Stella from a carrier bag-full that he had brought with him.

It all started very well with Doak putting us one up early on and then Azaz adding a couple more. With half an hour gone we were three up and quite a lot of the away fans were streaming out for an early start back down the A19. Wednesday had a couple of chances towards the end of the first half, but when they went off at the break my main interest was whether we would emulate the 8-0 result against them from the Charlton’s Champions season.

It all went tits up after the restart. Latte Lath had an easy opportunity to square it to Doak for a fourth but took the shot himself. Wednesday went straight down the other end and pulled one back. Even then, I wasn’t worried and was disappointed that the announcer didn’t troll them by referring to their goal as a consolation.

They quickly scored another, Rav got a red, new keeper Sol Brynn knacked his shoulder and suddenly it was three-each. The momentum was all with Wednesday for the last half-hour and from what had seemed a certain victory I finished up relieved to see us hold on for a point. I suppose that after fifty years I shouldn’t really be surprised by such a turn of events.

Boxing at Riyadh, Saturday 21st December 2024

January 28, 2025

I was due back in the UK for Christmas and New Year, but with the Usyk-Fury re-match scheduled for the 21st December I delayed my return for a couple of days and rerouted my flight via Riyadh. I’d learned my lesson from their first fight about the difficulty in getting a taxi after the fight and this time I booked an apartment, or rather a ‘studio’, a ten-minute walk from the Kingdom Arena.

I’ve a feeling that I might have been the only person to ever stay for two consecutive nights in that building as most of the other rooms appeared to be occupied by couples renting them by the hour.

I’d bought my ticket well in advance on the secondary market, but by fight night there were still plenty on sale and it clearly hadn’t sold as well as the first bout. As last time, there were plenty of Brits around, with groups of blokes all dressed identically in tight polos, tailored shorts, running shoes and those little trainer socks. I wondered whether that’s how people dress now back home or whether that’s their ‘Dubai’ clobber.

My ticket was for the floor area this time and posh enough to give me access to a lounge where there was a constantly replenished supply of little cakes. There were free drinks too, although the queue for a coffee was sufficiently long that when I needed an early-hours caffeine boost it was much quicker to nip outside and buy one instead.

My seat was close enough to the ring for me to be able to watch the action, but as the seating wasn’t banked, I was glad of the screen above the ring that enabled me to miss nothing when people in front of me decided to stand up or go for a wander.

I’d delayed my arrival to watch the Boro draw with Plymouth, but even so, I only missed the opening undercard fight. Most of the supporting fights went the distance, with a shocking ‘home’ decision in the Fisher v Allen fight. The timings were running late until rising heavyweight star Moses Itauma managed to get things back on schedule with a first-round knockout in the penultimate bout. I was especially pleased about that as I had an early morning flight, and I didn’t want a delay to the main event to eat into the time available for sleep.

I found the main event a lot harder to score that their first fight as so many of the rounds seemed very close. I had it as even after twelve rounds, so was surprised at the announcement of a unanimous 116-112 decision, whichever way it went. I suppose that’s how it works though when the rounds are close. You could have a 120-108 shutout where one boxer just nicks every round as opposed to a 114-114 draw where one fella absolutely dominates for six rounds but narrowly loses the other six.

Anyway, as you know, Usyk took the decision and retained his belts. I doubt that I’d bother going to a third fight as it’s hard to see a different outcome.