|Season 1, Leg 22 - Hereford United|
|Written by Mike|
|Tuesday, 20 January 2009 09:32|
Hereford United v Oldham Athletic – League One
Edgar Street, Hereford
Saturday 17th January 2009, 15:00 K.O.
You can look forward to a Saturday afternoon of doing not much all you want, but when Mark spouts forth the immortal words “it’s a new ground” you know you’re in trouble. Another ground to chalk off on his grand tour of sporting venues. And one for my rather less impressive list, unless we are counting Scottish second division ones.
We join our sporting heroes on an unbeaten run in the league. There’s been more than a few draws in that, admittedly, but it’s been enough to get us to third place. With some of the teams below having one or two games in hand, a win here would be handy.
You probably best know Hereford United from their FA Cup exploits of yesteryear - Ronnie Radford and that Bull they brought out before the kick off. As for the current team, they’re firmly “in it”. Second bottom. Six points and a shed load of goals from avoiding the drop after one season.
In order to facilitate a guilt-free visit to the match – and pay attention here Gents - we’ve sent the girls off for a relaxing spa day. OK, we may not have paid for any of it, but we did ensure that it mysteriously coincided with a longish away trip.
Mark will be taking the wheel for this one. Partly because it’s his go, partly in an attempt to fully charge the battery on the car. That’s what happens when you go on holiday for most of December, instead of shivering through a couple of one-one home draws like an idiot. We had decided that this time we would set off to arrive in Hereford at half past two, thus avoiding having to go in any pubs and be required to drink beer.
Hands up anyone who believes that? Thought so. After a nice bacon butty and a few legs of 301, we headed off for a right pasting.
The drive down was uneventful enough. Had a little stoppage at a Service station – a “splash and dash” if you will – when the sounds of “Jump Around” by House of Pain emerged from trap three. Followed by a foul mouth tirade of the occupant towards his wife for not letting him have any peace while sat in said trap.
After we parked and solved the “no change for the parking machine” puzzle (leg it round the corner and buy a programme), Mark called up the Doran family to ask which recommended pub they were in. A local police officer was then tapped up to provide directions. I think he was too busy keeping an eye on the Weatherspoons with the rest of his section. He said it was a twenty minute walk, and he was wrong. Took about ten, including meeting a few more Latics chaps en route to the same place.
The Dorans had taken up residence in the corner, and Mark was delighted to see that it was next to the dart board. He threw a few practise arrows while I was at the bar, but then declined to lose for the third time in one day and differed to one of the blokes we met on the way. The board was set up in such a way that anyone trying to get to the staff exit would be killed by someone going for double top. Good job we avoided that – everyone we met that day was very friendly and welcoming, and killing them would have been wrong.
We headed for the ground (via a mystery route) and did the worst ground picture ever with a man that Mark found holding one end.
The ground was from a time gone by. Kind of a half-moon shaped standing area, with a big empty bit at the front and some seating in a very narrow looking stand down the side. Plenty of away fans in though, and an hour later they wished they’d stayed in the pub.
And this, sports fans, sums up the time we spent at the football ground this week. We scarpered and fired up the car radio. Manchester United – or as they are legally required to say on Five Live, “MAN-CHES-TER U-NI-TED!” – were just in the process of scoring ANOTHER late winner. Talk about kicking you when you’re down.
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