Cometh Halesworth, cometh the hail. I do LOVE nominative determinism. I don’t love yet another home defeat for the Dragons, now looking in serious danger of dropping down a division. Away days on a barren field in Alresford? Oh Lordy.
I was on time for once. I caught the highlights in seeing Wivenhoe score a half decent headed goal. Can we go home now please? It was bloody freezing, even with my Long John tights underneath my trackies.
Haleworth weren’t difficult to spot. The away team had a Hi Vis kit that puts my weirdo cycling clothes to shame.
Wivenhoe meanwhile weren’t so visible in defence. My Man on the Inside informed me that our usual centre half was running a marathon in Barcelona.
“I hope he can make it back to come on at half time”
…I quipped.
Haleworth equalised with an equally impressive header. A second followed, with an all too easy run around the Wiv ‘keeper.
Hey hoe. At least I can cycle to an away day at Alresford Rangers.
A nasty head injury was suffered by the Dragons’ No.11. He was patched up, looking a cross between Terry Butcher and Mr Bump. Fair play, fella, for playing out the rest of the game.
This was a scrappy game. It was a tough watch, as well as being bloody cold. I cycled back to base in record time.
