It is amazing how quickly the optimism of pre-season evaporates. After three seasons of toil and struggle, resulting in relegation from the Blue Square Bet South last season, we headed up to Suffolk on Saturday expecting a change in fortunes. And then we came home again with that same sinking feeling of defeat, failing to get out of first gear against a team who will undoubtably be challenging for promotion come what May (or April).
But 100 hours is a long time in football, and so the optimism had crept back this week with the anticipation of the first home game of the season. For me it also meant much more. This was my first game as an owner of a football club. My football club.
I was also excited as I would be joined by CMF for this game. As we were still sans children we decided to relive a bit of our youth with a meal out and then a football match. A night out with Deaks and Dave took us back to those barmy nights in Kos when we first met.
Lewes 1 Met Police 0 – The Dripping Pan – Wednesday 24th August 2011
Pre-match excitement came from somebody who said they saw Kenneth Brannagh in the ground. What deluded fool thought such a thing? I ask you! (For the record, he does look bloody like Ken). Once that little issue was sorted it was on to the BIG pre-match news. Homemade Chicken and Ham pies were on the menu. I’m sorry but Pukka pies may be, well, “pukka”, but these beauties were tip top. Worth the admission price alone, said one of the stewards, who of course didn’t have to pay to get in anyway.
It was good to see so many members sporting their badges including The Guardian’s own Paul Hayward and Come Dine With Me’s Dave Lamb on the terraces, and of course the Harveys Best was as good as ever. All we needed now was a performance on the pitch.
Steve King was still serving his touchline ban so took his seat a good 10 feet away from the dug outs in the main stand. But he had obviously been unhappy with the performance on Saturday so he started with a more conventional 4-4-2 with the dangerous Ciardini on the left and Paul Booth up front.
The first half ebbed and flowed with no real clear cut chances, apart from an optimistic lob from Small in the opening minutes that just bounced over the bar, and a heart in the mouth moment when Williams ventured out of his area and blocked a Met Police forward. The referee hadn’t made many friends already in the ground and a few thought that a red card may be forthcoming but fortunately it wasn’t so harsh. Just on the stroke of half time the opening goal came when Booth’s boot met perfectly with the ball on the edge of the box and his volley sneaked into the net.
With five minutes of injury time held up, our thoughts went back to games such as Dartford last year when we threw away 3 points, but this team seems to have a bit more belief and concentration. Full time whistle, three points, thank you very much. My football club had won!
Roll on Saturday and the visit of Essex’s finest, Billericay Town.