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Oxford v Cambridge, Sunday 13th April 2025, 2.30pm

April 16, 2025

There were a few options for a football game today, but none of the fixtures or grounds were particularly appealing, so Jen and I went for a walk along the Thames instead. We’d picked an idea day for it as the Boat Race was taking place.

I’ve not really got much of an interest in rowing, despite having what I’d consider to be the ideal body shape of short legs and a long torso. I’m not sure I’d appreciate having callouses on my hands though. I dated a girl from Carlton when I was twenty who rowed for a club on the Tees, and it was like being tossed off by a scaffolder. Or so I imagine. Albeit rarely.

The four-mile course runs from Putney to Mortlake and so we took a tube to Richmond, with the plan of walking six miles along the Thames Path before reaching the race route in time to walk the course whilst watching the action and take the total distance up to around ten miles.

The early part of the walk took us around the edge of Kew Gardens on the southside towpath. Unfortunately, there had been some subsidence, and we had to cross the river and follow a detour that took us down Brentford High Street. There were some interesting sections where boats were either moored, being repaired or simply rotting away, but I think that it’s probably one of the less scenic parts of the Thames path.

We reached the Chiswick Bridge finish line around half an hour before the first of the afternoon’s races began. Whilst we’d hardly seen anyone else on the previous six miles, both banks of the river were getting busy. We stopped for what was billed as ‘German Sausage’ but was really just a hot dog. The pubs along the route were packed, but there were also plenty of quiet areas where people had brought a picnic and were able to sit quietly with nobody within fifty yards either side.

I got talking to a bloke who was supporting Oxford. I’m not really sure why he felt the need for an allegiance, as it strikes me as the sort of event that you can just let drift over you without the need for any tension. Maybe he liked a bet.

As we walked towards Putney, the boats went past at twenty-minute intervals. First was the women’s race then each of the reserve crews and finally the men’s boats. Each time Cambridge were well clear of their rivals, spoiling the day of their Chiswick Bridge supporter.

We finished the evening off with a Withered Hand gig upstairs in a pub. It went well, with plenty of early stuff and only the best tracks from the second and third albums. His new songs were well-received as was the support act, Darren Hayman. All in all, a good day.

Millwall v Middlesbrough, Saturday 12th April 2025, 3pm

April 15, 2025

I initially had some university stuff on in Chelmsford this weekend and so Jen and I booked up for three nights in nearby London. It subsequently turned out that there wasn’t much benefit to me in attending and so that freed up my Saturday to go along to the New Den to see the Boro instead.

There’s always plenty going on in the Capital and our visit also coincided with a Sea Power gig at Islington Assembly Hall. They like to mix things up and on this tour they are playing songs from soundtracks that they’ve done, such as Man of Aran and From the Sea to the Land Beyond. They’ve also done one for a computer game, Disco Elysium. It won them both a BAFTA and a fresh set of fans, mainly young gamers. The crowd for this gig had far many younger people, than I think I’ve ever seen at a Sea Power gig, even twenty-odd years ago.

The track selection made for an interesting change, although I was hoping that they’d encore with something a bit more raucous. I think Sea Power are at their best when it’s all a bit chaotic, in the old days it would be Eamon off on a frolic with a drum, Phil knocking his teeth out stagediving or the bear on the loose. More recently it might be Noble crowd surfing, whilst Paul the guitar tech steps in for him. These are all things that I’d like the young gamers to see.

Jen and I also had time for a pre-match walk along Regents Canal. We were staying in Camden and went from the market area to Little Venice and back. We watched a couple with a boat navigating one of the locks and some monkey business in the London Zoo enclosure that backs on to the canal.

It was interesting to see the lifestyles of the people on the permanently moored boats along that stretch of the river. I’d happily live in one of them, I think, although I did feel the same about camper vans until we spent a week in one in Australia. Maybe I should try it for a short period first.

The match was easy enough to get to with a tube to London Bridge and then a five-minute overground journey to South Bermondsey. There’s a dedicated walkway for away fans arriving by rail and I was into the ground with plenty of time for a couple of beers in the outdoor area behind the stand.

It’s always a good feeling pre-match when the sun is shining and your team is still in with a chance of the playoffs.

My ticket was in the upper tier, in the second row and central. Carrick had made one change, taking Iheanacho out of the firing line after his performance against Leeds and bringing in Whittaker to the front three supporting Conway. We had most of the ball in the first half but didn’t do a lot with it. We rarely do these days, limiting ourselves to keeping possession and recycling it in the hope that the opposition defence might drop off to sleep.

Things got worse in the second half when Millwall stepped up the tempo. We couldn’t cope with the pressure and conceded on the hour. Even after going behind nothing really changed, but then again, that’s how it is with the players and system that we have. It might have been different if we’d hadn’t flogged off Akpom, Rogers, Latte Lath or even Jones. But when you sell your creative players whenever a bid comes in, that’s what happens. We will likely lose Hackney in the summer too.

Highlight of the day was bumping into Carl outside afterwards as we were held back to allow the Millwall fans first access to the trains. It was his first away game since the win on penalties at Old Trafford a few years ago. I suspect that after that performance it might be his last trip for a while.

Peterlee Catholic Club v Horden JDB Wanderers, Sunday 6th April 2025, 10.30am

April 13, 2025

The night before this game Jen and I broke our journey home from the Northern League game at Alnwick to watch War of the Worlds at Newcastle Arena. It was ok, I suppose, but I wasn’t too taken with anything that differed from the original. There’s no need for new songs or guitar solos full of twiddly bits in the original tracks.

It’s probably the least-cool gig that I’ve ever been to, both content and crowd-wise, but that’s ok. I wasn’t ever a cool kid, and I’ve carried that into adulthood. Whilst I’ve so far managed to resist being a two-strapper or a four-striper, perhaps I’ve found my tribe.

I continued my uncool behaviour the next morning when I drove up to Peterlee to watch some football at Helford Road. Peterlee Catholic Club were taking on Horden JDB Wanderers in the second-tier Division One of the Peterlee and District Sunday League.

The Peterlee and District is an easy league for groundhopping. Most of their pitches are listed on the futbology app and the league’s website is well-maintained. The catchment area is just far enough from Teesside to be unfamiliar without requiring me to drive for any more than half-an-hour or so.

The area around Lowhills had a mix of housing including some of those flat roof houses that date back to Peterlee’s new town origins, and which have subsequently been converted to let the rain run off properly.

Horden went into the game in second place in the table, with the Catholic Club fifth in a nine-team division. The goal posts were old school, without stanchions and with the nets fixed to the ironwork with tape.

Horden held the advantage early on and the Peterlee manager had to instruct his keeper to feign injury so that he could reorganise his side. It wasn’t enough though and Horden took a first half lead with a goal that the home side vehemently protested was offside.

Both keepers were having decent games and there wasn’t a second goal until the hour when a Horden striker lobbed the advancing keeper to double their lead. Peterlee hit the bar and post before Horden broke quickly and sealed the points with twenty minutes to go.

The third goal provided an opportunity for both teams to give some of their fringe players a run out and with five minutes remaining a mazy run from deep resulted in a fourth and final goal for Horden.

Alnwick Town v Esh Winning, Saturday 5th April 2025, 3pm

April 12, 2025

I completed the full set of grounds in Division One of the Northern League earlier in the season and had just three to go in the Second Division. One of them was Alnwick Town and as we had tickets for a John Bramwell gig in Berwick on the Thursday night, we decided to stay up there until the weekend and then call into Alnwick on the way home.

Bramwell was good, with a similar set to the one we’d seen a few days earlier in Stockton. It was in The Barrels pub, in a downstairs room that held around forty people. I spent some time before the gig chatting to an old fella sat at the bar with a beagle/Jack Russell cross.

With two days in Berwick, we took the opportunity for a couple of coastal walks. I like walking by the sea and all you have to do to navigate is remember which side of your body should be closest to the water.

On the Friday we walked around some of the old defensive walls before joining the coastal path for a total of eight miles northwards and back.  We passed The Stanks, where there is usually a football game or two in the summer. I’ll return at some point to tick it off.

On Saturday morning, we drove in the direction of Alnwick and parked at Budle Bay before walking past the Newtown Gun Emplacement and Bamburgh Golf Club until we reached the castle. There were rabbits in the fields and a bi-plane circling overhead. As we were pressed for time, we turned around at Bamburgh and clocked up just the six miles.

Alnwick play at St James’ Park and in black and white stripes. I’ve no idea if they named their ground and chose their colours before their Newcastle neighbours did, but someone somewhere has shown a lack of imagination.

We arrived at two o’clock as Jen had some things that she wanted to do and we managed to nab the last spot in the club car park. I suspect that every other car belonged to a player or official. Jen headed off to visit a garden full of poisonous plants. She returned later without any cuttings, so I guess I must still be in her good books.

After parking I returned to the gate to hand over my six quid admission. I bought a programme that wasn’t really worth the pound I paid for it. It’s nice to see paper programmes still being produced but there has to be something in them worth reading.

There was a clubhouse with a bar and a telly. I bought a cheese and onion pasty for lunch and watched the end of the Everton v Arsenal game. Moyes looked old, doddery and in need of a haircut. I know how it feels.

There were three seating options, a couple of padded seats outside the clubhouse that I presume were earmarked for directors, an old stand on the halfway line with wooden benches and a shipping container behind the goal with fifty seats. I started off in the latter and then worked my way around the rail.

Alnwick Town went into the game in eleventh place in the table with little to play for. Esh Winning were in fifth and hoping for a play-off spot. Alnwick took the lead just before half-time and saw out the rest of the half.

It was Grand National Day and so I delayed my return to the side of pitch and watched the race in the bar. I’d backed the horse that eventually came second, so got a run for my money. I’m not really sure why I didn’t go this year as it’s definitely the place to be. Maybe it’s the size of the crowds and the scrum at the gates.

I headed outside to learn that I hadn’t missed any goals. There were plenty of chances at both ends in the second half, but Alnwick held on to take the points and dent Esh Winning’s play-off hopes. Two Northern League grounds to go.

Langwathby United v Eden Valley Reserves, Tuesday 1st April 2025, 6.15pm

April 11, 2025

One of the good things about being back in the UK is the number of gigs that we can get to. This one was at the Theatre on the Lake in Keswick and a two-night trip worked very well for fitting in a couple of walks and, with the lighter nights, an evening fixture in the fourth division of the Westmoreland League. That’s the eighteenth tier of the English pyramid.

The gig was Our Man in the Field. We’ve seen him a couple of times before and he was better on both previous occasions. The sound was poor early on and I thought his new songs a bit dull. With the venue being a theatre, there was an interval for consuming those little tubs of ice cream and about a third of the thirty or so people in the crowd didn’t return to their seats afterwards.

The walks went well. On the first day we took the circular route around Derwentwater, a route where you’d think that it would be difficult to get lost. We missed a turn towards the end though and extended our day from a planned ten to an eventual eleven miles.

The highlight was feeding a duck from my hand. I like it when a bird is trusting enough to do that. It had a more solid peck than the crow that I’d fed in a similar way the previous week.

On the second day we took a path towards Cockshot Wood, intending to just do an out and back walk of a similar distance. However, the path looped around towards the lake, and we ended up retracing some of the previous day’s route, albeit in the opposite direction. It was good to have walked on consecutive days and a total of seventeen miles will have boosted the step count average.

The game was just outside of Langwathby, on the outskirts of Penrith and an easy enough half-hour drive from Keswick. The Tollbar ground had a couple of pitches and a cricket field. I arrived to find the car park full and joined those parked along the hedgerow of the road outside.

From what I understand, Langwathby United broke away from Eden Valley Reserves in the summer. They’ve done well for a new club, sitting towards the top end of the division. Maybe they took all the decent players with them as Eden Valley Reserves were bottom of the table with just a single point from their sixteen matches to date.

I got chatting with a fella who pointed out a not-so-secret World War 2 bunker amongst some nearby farm buildings. Apparently, a tank was hidden there in case of an invasion and was intended to either defend or blow-up a nearby bridge depending on how the fighting was going. He knew a few of the players and he picked up on his conversations with them on village events whenever play brought them back to our section of the touchline.

There were a couple of early goals. Eden Valley went one up through a defensive error and then promptly equalised with a finish that I managed to snap as it went in. The visitors regained the lead after some further slack defending and went in at the break with a two-one lead.

There were some harsh words in the Langwathby half-time huddle, and they were better in the second-half, managing to equalise. Eden Valley held on for the draw though and doubled their points total for the season.

Easington Colliery Welfare v Shotton Comrades, Sunday 30th March 2025, 10.30am

April 10, 2025

This was a good day. I popped around to my Mam’s early on and then took in a Sunday league game. The afternoon was spent arseing around in the garden whilst the dog chomped on a bone that consisted of most of a cow’s pelvis. In the evening Jen and I called into the Sun Inn where I had a couple of pints of banked Bass before moving on to the Social Club, which is probably better described as upstairs at KU Bar, to see John Bramwell.

There wasn’t a big crowd, but everyone sat quietly and listened whilst he ran through a mix of really old stuff, Kloot standards and some of his recent Harmonic Orchestra songs. It was the first of three Bramwell gigs over the next two and a half weeks.

The Sunday league game was in the Peterlee and District Premier Division and at Memorial Park, Easington. It’s the pitch next to the Colliery Welfare ground, which was the first place I saw a proper football game back in the autumn of 1973. There was a game going on simultaneously to the match I was watching, but I decided to ignore it and focus on my original choice.

Easington Colliery Welfare were taking on Shotton Comrades in a top versus bottom of the table clash. It was a cold but sunny morning and as I stood and looked across the pitch towards the sea, it made me appreciate how good it is to be in England in the Spring and that there’s beauty in what might be considered some of the less likely North East of England locations.

Easington were in blue and white with Shotton in a maroon and black kit. There were around thirty spectators, mainly older blokes, perhaps keen to get out of the house. A couple of WAGs sat on the grass near to the Shotton subs and coaches and there were a few younger blokes on the far side who had already cracked open the lager cans.

The difference between top and bottom of the table was noticeable with a steady flow of goals from Easington. It was a good-natured game though and Shotton kept their heads up. Their keeper had a decent game, and the final score could easily have been a lot higher without his efforts.

With fifteen minutes to go, and after having a discreet word with the captains, the ref blew for full-time early. Thirteen-one was enough, I suppose, and it freed up some time for those heading off for Mother’s Day activities.

Middlesbrough v Oxford United, Saturday 29th March 2025, 3pm

April 9, 2025

As we approach the business end of the season the visit of relegation threatened Oxford had to provide three points if we were to stay in the play-off hunt.

Jen and I had been to see Boo Hewerdine at Coulby Newham cathedral the night before and I was chatting with Col, an old school-friend. He was a Darlo fan as a kid but is more into ice-hockey these days. He had little faith in the Boro’s prospects of reaching the play-offs and even less confidence that we’d get promoted at the expense of whichever of the top three teams misses out on automatic. He’s probably right, but you’ve got to enjoy the chase whilst it’s still on.

The gig had good acoustics and a well-behaved crowd. Bonus point for the cushions that softened the effect of the wooden pews.

On the morning of the game, I nipped up to Declan Carroll’s stables at Malton to see Hickton, our syndicate horse. Most of the other fellas don’t bother with the stable visits and this time there was only Graham and I. Hickton is a friendly enough horse and likes to have his head stroked. Declan reckons that he’s progressing well, and he has an entry for Redcar early in April.

On this occasion, we drove up to the gallops to see him work with a couple of sprinters. They used the starting blocks and then had a stiff gallop for four uphill furlongs. He was sharply out of the stalls and ran well, keeping up with the faster horses before taking a bit of pulling up. If he doesn’t run well next time, it won’t be for a lack of fitness.

The Boro’s fitness was improving too, with regular centre-half Rav van den Berg making the bench. He got on for the final few minutes, so should now be available for selection. We’d been poor in the first half and went in at the break a goal down. At that stage, it looked as if Col had got it spot on in his play-off prediction.

We kept at it in the second half, with Howson holding everything together from deep. Iheanacho equalised with his first goal for the club and hopefully that will boost his confidence. It’s a loan that seems more in his interest than ours but if he hits form then it might pay off.

The winner, ten minutes from time, was a glorious build up full of flicks and backheels with the final one coming from Borges as he steered it home. It was the sort of move that you’d expect if you were five goals to the good rather than desperately needing a winner as time slips away for keeping your season alive.

The win took us to seventh, with only goal difference keeping us out of the play-off spots. Seven games to go and a Wembley trip is still a possibility.

Scotland v Greece, Sunday 23rd March 2025, 5pm

April 6, 2025

This trip started off with a booking for a Boo Hewerdine gig and then expanded to take in a game and go for a walk. The gig was at a pub called The Doublet in Glasgow and took place in an upstairs room with a capacity of around thirty people. The band was Hotel Art, which is a duo made up of Boo Hewerdine and a Slovakian bloke half his age. We tend to see Boo quite often and I think the Hotel Art songs are the best he’s done for a while. Perhaps it’s like when you have an old dog and then you get a puppy which gives it a new lease of life.

The walk was on the West Highland Way. I had no idea that a national trail would start so close to Glasgow, but I suppose one of the good things about the UK is that you are never too far from the countryside. We walked north from Milngavie, covering about ten miles in total, along a route that was well enough signposted for us not to have to worry about getting lost.

I don’t suppose highland cattle count as wildlife, so the highlight was seeing a hawk. Or something like a hawk. I’ve no idea really what it was but it didn’t look like something that small rodents would feel comfortable being around. It was initially sat in a field and then, on seeing us, it flew into some trees. Next time we are up in Glasgow, we’ll pick up the trail where we left off and see how far we get by doing it in sections.

I hadn’t intended to go to the Scotland game at Hampden Park. I’d been there before and so would usually have selected a game at a new ground. However, I’d hatched a cunning plan to try and make getting tournament tickets easier by signing Paul and I up to the Scottish Supporters Club. We’d collect points by attending games and on the off chance that Scotland ever qualified for another tournament, we’d be in pole position for Tartan Army tickets.

The trip was with Jen, rather than Paul, so Jen had to attend the game to accrue Paul’s point. She much prefers small fixtures to sell outs in national stadiums but was happy to come along. We walked from our hotel on the other side of the river, passing the old Third Lanark ground. It looks as if there is some construction work going on, perhaps the installation of an artificial pitch. I look forward to seeing a game there someday, ideally from the old overgrown terracing.

The highlight of the game for Jen was a macaroni pie. Mac and cheese is seen as a ‘side’ in the US, so the peculiarly scotch experience of eating it in a pie was a welcome novelty. I doubt it will catch on stateside, or even south of Berwick, but I enjoyed it. Next time I might opt for the traditional scotch pie or a donner meat pie. Yes, really. A recent DNA test revealed that I’m 39% Scottish and maybe that explains why I’ve a tendency to eat such delicacies.

The game was pish, as us part-Bravehearts say. Scotland held a one goal advantage from the first leg but were soon two down on the day and a third Greece goal seconds after the break put the outcome beyond doubt. My main interest was in seeing how the Boro’s Tommy Conway did. He was only given the last fifteen minutes but put the effort in and was always looking to be available for a pass. As we accumulate our Tartan Army points I’d hope that he gets more time on the pitch.

The stadium was just about empty by full-time and most of those fans who had remained had done so only to have the opportunity of booing Steve Clarke and his players. It was a little odd pretending to care who won when chatting with the people sat around me, but who knows, maybe I’ll develop an affinity with them. If not, then I’ll just have to go for the pies.

Charlton Athletic v Sunderland, Sunday 6th October 2024, 2pm

November 25, 2024

I had some university stuff to do in Chelmsford the first weekend in October and as it’s a shortish journey by train from London I thought it an ideal opportunity for Jen and I to spend a few days in the capital and do some touristy things.

We stayed in Camden, just around the corner from KOKO, the music venue that used to be known as Camden Palace. I’ve seen a few gigs there over the years, including Bruce Foxton almost forty years ago. Our apartment overlooked some wasteland, and a highlight was watching a fox napping in the early morning sunshine.

We got up to the usual stuff like drinking in Soho and some less usual stuff such as an absinthe lecture and tasting in Hackney. It was an educational way to pass an hour or so and I came away with a better knowledge of the drink than I’d started with. I doubt I’ll change my regular nip from whisky, but I quite liked the arse on of dissolving sugar into the absinthe by dripping liquid onto a spoon and then into the glass.

We also went on a mudlarking session close to the Millenium Bridge. It’s a popular area for poking about in the mud, so I’d no real expectations of discovering anything valuable on the riverbank. I found a few sheep teeth, some clay pipe stems, various small pieces of broken pottery and an Elizabethan two-shilling coin dating back to 2017.

Best part of the trip was a Dee C Lee gig at KOKO. She was touring her new album with fellow Style-Councillor Steve White on drums. They were joined by Mick Talbot for Paris Match meaning that only Mr. Weller was missing for a full reunion. I’d initially been hopeful that he’d turn up and sit in for a couple of songs as Mick did, particularly as his daughter Leah was providing the support, but he didn’t show. It was probably better that way as it was a good gig in its own right, and his presence would likely have overshadowed everything else.

Sports-wise, we didn’t get up to very much. There was the option of visiting Crayford and Romford dog tracks, but in the end, we settled for a football game at The Valley in the Women’s second-tier Championship.  We started our match-day journey early on the Sunday morning at Westminster Pier and took a boat trip along the Thames to Greenwich. It was all very interesting, and I picked up a few snippets from the commentary about the history of the buildings that we chugged past.

After arriving at Greenwich, we visited the Cutty Sark and then Greenwich Observatory. Both were busy and provided elevated views of London along the Thames and then from the top of the hill in Greenwich Park.

It was around an hour’s walk from Greenwich Observatory to The Valley, through estates that reminded me of my year living in Plumstead in the mid-eighties. We arrived with time to spare and as I’d bought hospitality tickets in advance for twenty-one quid a pop, we were able to head inside through the main entrance and take the stairs to the 1905 lounge.

We had some Coq au Vin with mash and watched Scottish football on the telly before making our way outside to the padded seats in the Director’s Box. There wasn’t much of a crowd with virtually as many in hospitality as in the rest of the main stand.

Expectations seemed to be for a home win as Charlton were sitting at the top of the league with a perfect four wins from their opening four matches.

Sunderland clearly hadn’t read the script though and quickly went two up, before Charlton pulled one back on the half-hour.  It looked as if the Mackems had clinched the points when they added a third goal twelve minutes from time. Charlton weren’t done though and scored twice in the final stages to level the score at three-each. I thought the result fair, although as you’d expect, the home players and fans were clearly happier with their late point than the visitors were with a point that I’m sure they would have taken had it been offered beforehand.

The return trip was a little quicker as we were able to catch a bus back to Greenwich Pier from close to the ground. With minimal waiting for the penultimate boat of the day we were soon back at Westminster Pier.

Workington v Hebburn Town, Monday 26th August 2024, 3pm

November 23, 2024

Krankenhaus was done for another year. It really is a wonderful festival and has grown from around three hundred attendees five years ago to twelve hundred or so this year, which is big enough for me. The very friendly vibe is probably enhanced by the number of dogs that come along. Plus, Sea Power aficionados tend to be some of the nicest people around. I don’t think I saw anyone being a dickhead the entire weekend.

The highlights were the Sea Power sets themselves and for their Sunday night performance we got a mellow rarities set, drawing heavily on Hamilton’s songs. All it would have needed for perfection would have been a rendition of Lovely Day Tomorrow.

I hope that the festival has started to turn a profit and that it helps to keep them going. I’d miss gigs like the two that we got from them this weekend.

As we were staying at Muncaster for the rest of the week, I had the opportunity to take in a match on the Bank Holiday Monday at Borough Park in Workington. It was a fixture in the seventh tier Premier Division of the Northern Premier League.

I can remember when Workington were a Football League club. It’s forty-seven years since they were replaced by Wimbledon in the penultimate season of the bottom four in Division Four having to apply for re-election. I don’t remember Bill Shankly managing them though, that was before my time. Visitors Hebburn Town are ex-Northern League and have done well to advance two steps since those days.

It was thirteen quid admission, which seems high for tier seven, but maybe that’s my age. Why can’t I still buy a car for a farthing? The turnstile was impressive in an old rickety way, as was almost all the ground. The dugouts seemed modern, which is a shame, as I’d hoped to have imagined Shankly sat in one of them. I still did, but had to put in the extra effort to imagine the dugout too.

The capacity of the ground was limited to three thousand, with seating for around five hundred in the old main stand. With time to spare before kick-off I got myself a programme and joined the queue for one of those curly sausages that always remind me of a particular style of dog turd. It came with mash and gravy and tasted better than it looked. It was announced before kick-off that Workington had signed Efe Ambrose who had turned out for Celtic in the past and who had more than fifty Nigerian caps. He wasn’t available for this game.

After watching from the seats for a while I toured the rest of Borough Park and had spells watching from behind each goal.

Hebburn had the best of the opening exchanges, blazing a shot over the bar early on and then taking a first half lead with a shot that the Workington goalie got a hand to and should probably have kept out. It looked as if that would be sufficient for Hebburn to see the game out but a break down the right ten minutes from time led to an equaliser. The move was repeated four minutes later and to the delight of all those around me, including a dog, Workington went ahead.

Hebburn understandably weren’t happy about the changed circumstances and their day deteriorated further when a fella picked up a second yellow soon afterwards. All Workington had to do after that was run down the clock and they managed it easily enough.