I woke up at 7AM having set my alarm and uncharacteristly felt very tired as normally I'm fine waking up in the morning. I'd not even been out or had a touch of alcohol the night before but after a poo, bath and getting changed I was raring to go. I met Fish at the town hall and we wandered off up to Weatherspoons to meet Adrian and watch the England v France rugby game.
Now I am not the biggest fan of egg-chasing beccause it is generally played by ex-public schoolboy twats who have a superior complex of thinking they're tough because they touch each others arses and drink each others piss and/or dip their cocks into each others pints. While rugby fans are equally bigger twats and look their noses down at football because it is not a sport played by fat men kicking fucking lumps out of each other with no technical skill involved. But other than that its a fairly enjoyable sport to watch and we got absolutely dicked by the frogs whicc I hoped would set a precedent for the day of the French overcoming the English. But the only thing that did set a precedent for the day would be my 9AM pint, which somehow went down refreshingly nice at that point in the morning.
We made our way to the station for the 9.45AM train which included a nice group of Me, Fish, Adrian, Jared, Sappo, Phil, Neil, Waterfield, Boring John and my father. Speaking of Dad, he had given me two big bottles of some strong Russian lager as well as some dark chocolate beer which accompanied me on the journey. The Russian beers, as lovely as they were, were probably a bit too strong for that time in the morning whereas the dark beer was absolutely lethal, really not my cup of tea.
The train journey consisted of the usual journey of sex blah, football blah, fingering blah, morrisons blah etc blah and after a two hour journey which had seen us change at such footballing backwaters of Gillingham and Dartford we had arrived in the beautiful town of Welling.
Welling is a rather useful place to go to on the train. After coming out of the station and turning right you are on the highstreet and about 15-20 minutes down that same road are all the pubs, takeaways and eventually at the end of it, the ground. And speaking of takeaways, the high street is clogged with absolutely tonnes of them, all of them competing at cheap prices. The most eye-catching one I can remember was a pizzeria selling 18" at £9.99! I don't think even I could manage a whole 18 incher!
The first pub we headed to was the Weatherspoons, where we were greeted by Uncle John who was making his first back-to-back appearences of the season. Always good fun having Johnny with us. The only thing notable I can remember here was that after quickly finishing off my second pint in order to move onto the next pub I proceeded to chunder out the pint I just had outside the nearby Iceland's before casually wandering off. I wasn't drunk at this point but whenever I have a dodgy last bit of a pint it makes me heave. Normally I can manage hold it in but for whatever reason I failed here. Never mind.
At the next pub I decided to suprise my Dad and John by getting them a beer in for a change as they were still lagging behind at the Weatherspoons. After guzzling that pint down the younger lads in me, Fish, Jared and Sappo decided to wander down to the Earl of Warwick nearby the ground while the old fogies decided to pop in for a pint at the Rose and Crown instead.
Inside the EOW we met the rest of the Dover crew, the coach army and in particular my good friend Leigh Champion. And as we were smoking a fag outside the front who pops in? Jim Parmenter with his ally Frank Clarke. Champ thanked Jim for replacing Hayes but Jim told us we need to be patient and he'll make the decisions when he knows they're the right ones to make. Champ said he understood and we all were in the same boat that we want the best for our club and at that point well all gathered in for a group hug and handshakes with each other. Truely emotionial.
And after another couple of pints where nothing really exciting of note occured we made our way round the corner to get into the San Siro. My dad being the legend he is got me in as a child by paying for me but even that was at a really fucking extortinate £7 for under 16's. And we think we're a rip-off!
I dodged having a pint in their small, cramped clubhouse and instead made my way onto their cracked, crumbling terrace by the bus stop. This resulted in an awkward sing-off with a few Welling mongs who thought they'd try and compete with the big boys. No chance. Once the referee made the toss they fucked off round to the end that they should have been at instead of annoying us.
First half we were pretty toss. Disjointed and as usual the midfield could barely string 3 passes together. Corcoron unsuprisingly was the biggest culprit and had yet another poor game for us. Has he shown anything decent since joining us? He rather comically got booked for diving outside the box on Saturday, a decision I was effing and blinding at at the time. However, after watching the highlights I had to facepalm after seeing his theatrical tumble.
Our best chance of the half fell early on . Sam Cutler made a defence splitting pass which put Bricknell through on goal but his shot squeezed just past the post after the keeper came out quickly onto him.
At the other end Welling had a fair few chances with former White Luis Cumbers squandering their best chances. They then had a goal dissalowed which proved to be the correct call as he had used his hands rather than his head to stick the ball into the back of the onion sack.
So we went into the break 0-0 with the only real positives being our defence containing them well, particularly a recalled Olly Schulz who was fantastic, while new loanee Leon Redwood looked very creative down the left flank and put in some decent crosses. But other than that there were real room for improvements.
After necking a half-time jar of fosters I made my way round to their seated stand. Yes thats right. Us jollyboys were tired of not being able to make much noise from their open terraces and our transformation worked a treat. There were only around 25 or so of us seated in the top corner of our stand but we made an absolute racket, pretty much non-stop noise for the entire 45 minutes. Just a shame that more from behind the goal did not join us but we done well enough anyway.
Second half we were a lot more livelier and were on top for 25 minutes or so. Purcell worked hard and had a tame effort saved. Then a dangerous Redwood cross was met by Ed Harris should of done better.
But the real injustice came when Purcell sent in a superb cross for Billy Bricknell who met it with a suberb header before the idiotic linesman put his flag up. The highlights seem to prove that he was indeed onside although it was very tight and a tough decision to make tobefairlike.
From thereafter we endured some real pressure from Welling but our defence stood valiantly as Pugh and Cumbers could not find a way past Ruiz. Then in the final minute late substitute Donovan Simmonds (who in an ideal world should be starting) sent in a great ball for Billy Bricknell but he lost composure and fired straight at the oncoming Wings goalkeeper Dan Thomas.
Soon after the referee blew for the final whistle and I felt slightly dissapointed not to have nicked the 3 points but overall both sides should not complain at sharing the points. Although at his stage we really need to be catching up and winning games, a draw at third-placed Welling is a respectable result particularly as they have not lost at PVR this season.
Overall though our midfield is still not creative enough and Corcoron, I'anson and Cutler need to start bucking their ideas up. The recent signing this week of some Argentian lad who spent last season with Brighton should hopefully be the playmaker we have been crying out for. It should also open up the exit door for some of our underperformers and I can see a few moving on from our overcrowded squad.
Also slightly worrying is the form of Bricknell and Purcell, neither of whom have scored a league goal since Chelmsford over a month ago. Both are very good players and once their confidence fully comes back I'm sure they will be firing but they need to get onto the scoresheet soon.
After the game instead of heading into the bar or the nearest pub we made our way to KFC. Having not eaten anything all day, my godfather tower meal went down like a sack of shit. Absolutely fantastic and I'm sure if you're a sane person you'll agree that KFC pisses all over any other fast food restauraunt.
After devouring that and having picked up some beers from Tesco we made our way over to the train station and made our emotionial farewells to John.
The train journey was a fairly amusing one with most of us fairly pissed (I wasn't actually as drunk as I normally am but was fairly merry). Father, being one of the more senior and sensible people on the train was absolutely slaughtered and could barely string a coherent sentance together, while drunken bloke talk of "I would smash the fucking granny out of that" to any passing female with a pulse was rife. A rather enjoyable journey back and an overall fun day out, just a shame that we didn't have the 3 points in our back pocket to go back with.
Next up for the mighty Whites is Maidstone tomorrow night at the shithole that is Sittingbourne. With it looking unlikely that I can change my shift it appears I will be missing my first game of the season unless something changes within the next 24 hours. I'm not too distraught as the Kent Senior Cup is a waste of time (yes - even with the possibility of Gills at home in the next round) whereas Sittingbourne is the scummiest place on the earth and I have been to their ground too many times for comfort.
If I am unable to attend that then it looks like I will be back after the home FA cup match against Wroxham on Saturday. With them being a county league side it looks like a good chance to rack up a few goals and boost our confidence but really we should not take them too lightly given our previous FA cup history and the fact they are flying at the moment.
So in the meantime, take care and spike your hair.
| Saturday 08 Oct 2011 | |||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Boreham Wood | 3 | - | 1 | Dartford | |
 Thalassitis (18) Isaac (01) Korianteng (57) |
Bradbrook (05) |
 441 |
|||
| Eastbourne Borough | 3 | - | 0 | Eastleigh | |
| Rowe (11) Watson (22) Crabb (89) |
663 |
||||
| Farnborough | 0 | - | 2 | Thurrock | |
| Boylan (59) (64) |
504 |
||||
| Havant and W | 1 | - | 2 | Bromley | |
| Palmer (25) |
Araba (57) Araba (58) |
766 |
|||
| Maidenhead Utd | 1 | - | 1 | Chelmsford | |
| Holgate (91) |
Ibe (05) |
355 |
|||
| Staines Town | 0 | - | 2 | Dorchester | |
| Moss (34) Devlin (91) |
298 |
||||
| Tonbridge Angels | 1 | - | 0 | Hampton & Richmond | |
 Collin (89) |
523 |
||||
| Truro City | 2 | - | 5 | Basingstoke | |
| Walker (21) Walker (89) |
Sam-Yorke (14) Sills (19) Smart (30) Sills (54) McAuley (84) |
521 |
|||
| Welling | 0 | - | 0 | Dover | |
| 851 |
|||||
| Weston-S-Mare | 0 | - | 0 | Sutton Utd | |
| 395 |
|||||
| Woking | 0 | - | 0 | Salisbury | |
| 1,634 | |||||
| Pos | Team | P | W | D | L | F | A | GD | Pts | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |  |
Woking | 12 | 8 | 3 | 1 | 27 | 11 | 16 | 27 |
| 2 |  |
Dartford | 12 | 8 | 2 | 2 | 26 | 14 | 12 | 26 |
| 3 | |
Welling United | 12 | 7 | 3 | 2 | 28 | 14 | 14 | 24 |
| 4 | |
Sutton United | 12 | 7 | 3 | 2 | 21 | 14 | 7 | 24 |
| 5 | |
Basingstoke Town | 12 | 6 | 4 | 2 | 24 | 15 | 9 | 22 |
| 6 | |
Eastbourne Borough | 12 | 6 | 1 | 5 | 24 | 19 | 5 | 19 |
| 7 | |
Salisbury City | 12 | 5 | 4 | 3 | 19 | 14 | 5 | 19 |
| 8 | |
Weston-S-Mare | 12 | 6 | 1 | 5 | 22 | 19 | 3 | 19 |
| 9 | |
Chelmsford | 12 | 4 | 6 | 2 | 20 | 14 | 6 | 18 |
| 10 | |
Bromley | 12 | 5 | 2 | 5 | 20 | 22 | -2 | 17 |
| 11 | |
Maidenhead United | 13 | 5 | 2 | 6 | 17 | 25 | -8 | 17 |
| 12 | |
Dover | 12 | 3 | 7 | 2 | 15 | 9 | 6 | 16 |
| 13 | |
Truro City | 12 | 5 | 1 | 6 | 15 | 21 | -6 | 16 |
| 14 | |
Tonbridge Angels | 12 | 4 | 3 | 5 | 22 | 24 | -2 | 15 |
| 15 | |
Dorchester | 12 | 5 | 0 | 7 | 15 | 20 | -5 | 15 |
| 16 | |
Farnborough | 12 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 16 | 20 | -4 | 13 |
| 17 | |
Boreham Wood | 12 | 3 | 3 | 6 | 13 | 20 | -7 | 12 |
| 18 | |
Havant and Waterlooville | 12 | 3 | 2 | 7 | 18 | 22 | -4 | 11 |
| 19 | |
Eastleigh | 12 | 3 | 2 | 7 | 9 | 22 | -13 | 11 |
| 20 | |
Staines Town | 12 | 2 | 3 | 7 | 13 | 17 | -4 | 9 |
| 21 | |
Thurrock | 12 | 2 | 3 | 7 | 10 | 28 | -18 | 9 |
| 22 | |
Hampton & Richmond | 11 | 1 | 3 | 7 | 12 | 22 | -10 | 6 |
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