In the past two seasons I have been to close to two hundred games. Some have been as placid as a certain lake in New York State which has a film named after it; others have been full of colour and choreography such as the derbies of Copenhagen and Stockholm, whilst a few are talked up and yet deliver so little in the way of atmosphere such as West Ham versus anyone at Upton Park. Yet it seems the place these days to get your slice of hostility is in non-league football.
After the events of Saturday at Lewes where a handful of Wealdstone fans decided that they would ruin the Rooks 126th Birthday Party, and then blame it on the home club for daring to serve alcohol during the game I thought that would be my fill of trouble for the next few years. But last night the spectre raised its head again.
A last minute decision saw an opportunity open up for a midweek game. Beckenham Town of the Kent Hurlimann League had come away from Ryman League Worthing on Saturday in the FA Cup with a great draw and the replay, just 6.4 miles from TBIR Towers was being attended not only by Jamie Cutteridge but also by Damon and Simon from the Real FA Cup. Blogging law dictates that I had to attend. Continue reading