
March comes in like a lion, and goes out like a lamb; behopes thats not right then, cos it looks to me like lion fighting is the order of the day for the rest of this season if we want to get up.
The boys over the fence are certainly looking forward to the Esh game, seems like, err, a lifetime since we saw some action round here. And looking forward to the game despite everybody in here having wet feet at the minute. A problem with the drainage? I should say so, Defty is walking around shaking his head every day, that top corner is damp alright.
(Posted just before the Stokesley match.)
A Very Merry Christmas and a Happy and Prosperous New Year to you all, from your good friends over the fence in the always here, cemetery freelance supporters club.
I like November, it feels like the start of the proper season. Night games with the lights on as you arrive, wearing a proper coat, watching your breath freeze; it all feels right somehow. And with the dark nights at last, we thought it would be a relief and a chance to get some peace and quiet, but no chance. The night time wrecking crew continue to invade the cemetery, with a recent enthusiasm for smashing bottles proving a nuisance both inside here, and over the fence on the pitch. Ozo has been on the phone to the forces of law and order but not a lot happens.