Deary me, a goalless draw. Only the second time this season that has happened here at Meadow Park, and as the lights went out after five minutes the last time it probably doesn't count. Is this cruelty to the deceased? Not really, it was actually a very decent game, featuring a few great saves, from both keepers to be fair, and one extraordinary miss, when one of our bold boys managed to put himself into the net but forgot the ball. Still, the giants of the Bay to look forward to, with their travelling hordes. Wonder if the Defty brand of hospitality matches up to that back at the seasiders' home? Will anybody dare ask for chips? Will they end up crying if they do? Still, extra pie ordered, I am reliably informed.
View from the cemetery
The balls have come back! Tracey is sweetness and light! Amazing what a little bit of netting can do. And credit to the council lads, or at least the boy who turned up to do the job, looks like it should do the trick, at least on the evidence of a couple of games.
Good season? Not from where I'm watching. I haven't seen the lads win since well before Christmas. Mighty victories on the road are all well and good, but we more static supporters have our needs too you know. To be fair, one way traffic is the only way to describe the Penrith game, bit of larceny there, and I thought it was all going swimmingly when we went two up in a crack against Consett, but no, it wasn't to be. I reckon it is the curse of Tracey. Still, she may be happier after the wonderful work done by the council and their lads on Monday. Never do things the easy way when their is the council way instead. Vast expense for minimal result, that's the style. Much welding and contriving resulting in raising the ball net a couple of feet, that will make all the difference, I'm sure...
Funny place Consett; for a start it's a lot further away than you think. By the time you get there you fancy you should be seeing lakes and mountains, but you don't, just sheep. You are however, up a good height, which got me to thinking whether the laws of nature that give those mountain men from Kenya and Ethiopia such an advantage when they come down to sea level to run against our plucky lads also apply to Consett footballers? Does plying your trade on a regular basis in the thin air of the Belle Vue mean that your legs go round a lot easier when you come down to the flatlands? Should there be a handicap system in the Northern League that negates this advantage? And if so, how much more would it apply to Tow Law? Could be fun when reporting the results, "Consett won 1-0 but thanks to the high altitude factor being applied the final result goes down as 2-1 to RCA", "Tow Law were going well in the race for the championship until the mountain handicap kicked in and they were docked 12 points". Well, the management committee would have something else to do other than worrying about bad language, which might be a blessing; not that I am religious you understand. Or over sensitive. Or suggesting anybody else is.
Anyway I only jest of course, nothing wrong with being up high, I could do with being up six feet higher myself but there you go....
Pressure from editors and printers to produce stuff for matches week after week, is this fair on an old, not getting older nowadays admittedly, gadgie who would just like to turn in his grave now and then? How the retired old boy who does the website blog every day I've heard of manages I will never know. Anyway, surprisingly little happens in this graveyard when there is no match on, which of course is most nights of most weeks, but Tuesday night was all action. Never seen a crowd like it since the old cop shop caught fire, and by all accounts the other neighbours weren't too chuffed. Parking all akimbo and certain parties blowing horns and such like.
So, having hesitated longer than a virgin behind the bike sheds on a cold Thursday night, the fat lad has said the word, and it turns out the Evo-Stik League is the holy grail after all. Probably a mistake. The ground can't possibly be up to standard yet, and he is surely not relying on the council to get their act in gear by the end of March? To be fair mind, they have only had a hundred years to get the Colliery Welfare up to scratch, and they have very nearly made it already, so what's three months when they put their minds to it?
So, fewer people than I thought know the old Fatima Whitbread and the cricket ball joke. I am sorely tempted, sorely tempted, but even in my condition the repercussions from the guardians of good taste, of which the Northern League seems to have more than its fair share, and vocal at that, certainly in print, would be up in arms, so I must leave it to your imaginations, not a pretty thought. And now I find that my favourite spear chucker didn't even win in the jungle, absolute disgrace, is there no justice? A first class focused athlete like that beat by some pretty boy off the telly? Still we can't all be winners in life, as the Emperor Hirohito said ruefully, and at least the football is going well.