I woke up at the discustingly early time of my alarm which was 6AM, awaking in the spare room of Jared's house. We'd been out the previous evening for leaving drinks for Russell, whom has now cleared off and given up on DAFC to move out to Spain. Luckily I convinced Jared to not go clubbing in Karma so we'd be relatively fresh for the morning. But not quite so luckily on the way walking home we both got absolutely caked in seagull turd with the squaking, yellow-beaked cuntpiece deciding it was a good idea. We agreed not to tell anyone about the incident until the day after providing we won the game, so we could boast to everyone about how we sacraficed ourselves to be covered in white excrement just to give us an omen of good luck for the Dover game the next day. So now you can all realise that me and Jared are the true heroes from Saturday, not the likes of Willock, Modeste, Thomson & co.
Anyway, I after waking up with a throat that felt like Mother Therasa's arsehole I felt fresh after offloading a dump in both of his toilets, plus a quick brush of the teeth, a shower and
Upon arrival we already bumped into the special crew in town, Martyn No-Morals McGarrigle, plus the posh and becks of Crabble; Ryan Reid and Katie Bristow. Both of them were loud and shouting across the street already which would set the tone of a very 'special' day.
Its a fucking shame that I can't stomach McDonalds breakfast and their vile excuse of an egg because I was quite peckish and nothing else was open at this time in the morning. I looked on in envy at their McMuffin things even though I find them repulsive.
The plan after last week's messy and disgraceful antics at Hornchurch was to attempt to go to an away game without drinking until at least kick-off. However, and you will say rather predictably, it wasn't even half 7 by the time we arrived at spar garage and I thought "fuck this" and picked up four cans of the cheapest lager they had to offer. Whether you count Carlsberg as an alcholic beverage is up for debate, but the prospect of spending over 4 hours on a train with a load of specials without a drop of alcohol was just too much to bare.
Thankfully there were no late people for our half 7 meet up at Dover Priory. The reason why our train was so early was because to get the £10 group save tickets to Eastleigh we'd have to make an excruciatingly long journey avoiding London, making changes at Ashford, Tonbridge, Redhill and Fareham in the process, arriving there at 12:10 from our 7:44 departure time. On our journey would be a fairly diverse but mainly young group of people; Phil Smith, Dan Cameron, Alex & Camilla (posh and becks no.2), Class A Colin, Me, Jazza, McGiggletits, Reidy and (Katy) Bristow, plus Oddy Doddy and Chris Hunt would join us at Folkestone, the 01303 scumbags.
Martyn was already in a lively mood before we even got on the train, introducing us to his new game of "Top Crumps" based on the concept of Top Trumps. Basically he'd just rate any nearby crumpet on various categories like face, tits, arse, legs and fanny, although I'm not sure how he was able to mark the latter. Thing is though Martyn isn't very discreet or subtle with these things and he makes sure everybody can hear him!
Kieran Dodd has a bit of a reputation amongst us for being a bit dopey and slow. When we arrive at Trashford International we both bought a bacon roll from those shitty pumpkin station cafes. I just ate mine cold, which tasted pretty splendid I must say. He asked to have his heated up though and waited, and waited, and waited. Then our train came in and he decided to get on it even though it wasn't leaving for another 9 minutes. The silly twat just decided to just give up on a sumptious bacon roll. Martyn sensed an opportunity here and went back and claimed it for himself, telling the staff he was collecting it for himself. I think Kieran is still complete unaware of this, haha.
The main themes of most of the journeys seem to either be A) everyone telling Martyn and Ryan to keep their noise and their language down or B) conversations about sex, usually kick-started by Martyn. Its not the type of thing you'd expect a gaggle of ugly non-leaguers to have the semblance of an idea about but there was some funny discussion going on. Most of it coming from Martyn and Jared discussing the bowl of porridge they have both stirred. "She said I had a bigger cock than you", "She always swallowed for me" etc, that kind of thing. Then on the train between Tonbridge and Redhill Martyn started boasting that he has a massive penis, which he has named Jaap Stam. After being egged on to prove it he stood up, got it out and started waving it out the window to the train that was next to us.
The funniest sex story was reserved for when were on our long journey from Redhill to Fareham though, when the train was ram packed with people going to and from Gatwick and we were sitting in the middle of the train. Ryan had already been bollocked by some woman for swearing too often with her child sitting nearby and even risked riling her even further by suggesting that "she's on the blob". But anyway, with a load of pensioners sitting either side of us Martyn quite loudly went into detail about the time he was shagging a prostitute in Manchester and told us how she asked him to finger her and that during the act he accidently farted. I was exploded into a fit of laughter while trying to contain my embarrassment of his lack of discreetness at the same time.
Chris Hunt is not one to go on a long train journey without some weird drinking rituals, and he ended up pulling a chequers board out of his bag complete with shot glasses and two bottles of Mickey Finns. It was basically a game of chequers but using shot glasses instead. Once you take out one of their shot glasses, the opponent has to do a shot. Fairly simple, right? Class A Colin and Jared defeated Doddy and McGiggletits in the first game so next up me and Chris took on the reigning champs. It was quite an even, defensive game but then I got a little bored and decided to deliberately make a poor move so that I could do a few shots, risking the wrath of Chris in the process, as he is a fiercely competitive person. He wasn't happy with me, as we never really recovered from that poor move and eventually lost the game. But its his fault for making the rules where a drinking game rewards the losers, mickey finns is a nice shot that isn't too strong. If it was something like tequila or vodka then I'd certainly have made more of an effort.
This train journey was too long and I had already run out of beers, instead scrounging from the 12 bottles of fosters gold that Doozer had brought along. By the time we arrived at Fareham station I missed Camilla give Martyn a well deserved bollocking for his rude, loud and obnoxious behaviour on the train, which I hear was rather funny from most reports.
It would be a tad hypocritical if I critized Martyn too much as my behaviour is pretty awful at the best of times but I did spend most of the journey cringing in embarrassment of the loud behaviour of him, Reidy and Katy, all providing excruciating loud volumes of noise between them. It didn't help that I wasn't that pissed and in a bit of a mood, but sometimes you have to tame your behaviour in public depending on who's around you. If I'm surrounded by old people or kids I'll generally try and tame my noise a bit and they were a bit OTT at times, it would often feel like Phil was their carer.
I was relieved to get that final short journey into Eastleigh out the way with. Martyn managed to break a £5 bet with Chris not to swear until we got to the ground within about 2 minutes and then he managed to drop his phone on the chair which Dan Cameron would take hold of. I remember some of the nearby people next to us trying not to piss themselves laughing ast some of Martyn's stupidity and they all laughed when Phil said to them "Doesn't he look like Ben Mitchell?".
Then when you arrive into Eastleigh you realise "What is the point? Over 4 hours on the special train just for a fucking wetherspoons". A decent enough wetherspoons it is though, with cheap Doveresque prices to boot. One thing that fucks me off with Spoons though is how slow it is to get served there when there's more than a few people queuing, and the utter arseholes that try and push in when they were clearly arrived at the bar long after you did. When the barmaid asked "Who's next" I was tempted to knock out the cunt who shouted "me" when he at least 3 people were there before him. I'm not the most moral person in the world but I'll always let someone go ahead of me if they were in the queue before me. Shame a lot of people have a lack of manners when it comes to getting a drink.
Just a carlsberg for me to start off with, despite it being my least favourite beer and fancying something spirit based, I'm on limited resources at the moment and you can't turn down £2 a pint. And it actually went down rather well.
I did regret not ordering a burger with it like everybody else did though, with my envy worsening as everybody else seemed to have one. So I swiftly finished that pint and got myself their Mexican gourmet burger, something I had only eaten the previous evening for my dinner in the Dover wetherspoons. You could say I am pretty one dimensional.
You'll be relieved to hear that it was fucking ace, as you can expect with their fantastic burgers. Only problem is their so big and messy to eat in public that I actually rather disgracefully had to revert to eating it with a knife and fork. And it also bloated me out to the extent where I couldn't stomach beer and moved onto a strawberry & lime kopperbeg. Sometimes you just have to hold your hand up and admit "yeah, I'm a poof".
A few Eastleigh shirts emerged in the pub amongst the rather unsurprising Southampton ones and I believe it was LoudEFC from the conny sarf forum that recommended to Phil we head off to their bar as its only £2 a pint in there and they have sky sports as well. So our train army leader booked us cabs to the Silverlake ground at 1:45, with the ground being at least a few miles out of town its not one that you particularly want to walk to!
When we arrived outside their ground I spent a good number of minutes dithering whether to attempt to get in as a student or an under 16. Normally I only try the latter when I'm really hammered and I was relatively sober but in the end I thought "Fuck it, YOLO" and handed over £4 to the turnstile operator and successfully manage to disgracefully con another poor volunteer. I'm 21 later this month, and probably about that in stone. Yet I still don't get questioned at away grounds, its brilliant. One of the few things that I like about non-league!
It takes the piss even more when I wander straight into their bar and take advantage of their £2 pints of carlsberg, which clearly tasted watered down but at those sort of prices you really can't complain. The coach lot still hadn't arrived yet and the only Dover fan I saw about and spoke to was Reg, the 2CW looking very pleased with himself that the 'Ammers were ripping Fulham a new arsehole at Upton Park.
Elsewhere in the bar, Jared had been approached by one of their club officials to participate in a fan v fan quiz on the pitch before kick-off for some TINPOT-TASTIC pre-match 'entertainment', which he gratefully accepted. He kept desperately asking us for information on Dover Athletic history and quite shamefully none of us knew who DAFC's first chairman was, pretty piss-poor considering we've only been in existance since 1983.
Anyway, needless to say he failed in his feeble attempt but he was rewarded with a free food voucher for his efforts, which he later flogged to Phil in return for a pint. Not that I was out there to watch it, I was too busy curling out a fat dump in their bogs, which I must say are some of the cleanest club bar toilets I have come across, excluding our own.
The biggest problem in the bar was that it was fucking boiling with the weather outside surprisingly majestic, and with next to no air conditioning inside meant it was almost too stuffy to drink, if that makes sense. I only managed two in here before moving outside out the ground ten minutes before kick off.
I know I complain about it every time I go there but I really, really fucking hate their ground. I find it worse and worse every time I go there. No cover behind one of the goals, no elevation anywhere in the ground other than the main stand and it genuinely feels like a throw back to the ryman south days. On their side 'terrace' we noticed they have a few train stations benches at the back, which is one of the most tinpottastic things I have seen at this level. I know the ground grading standards are at an all time low at the moment but I'd be very surprised if the ground is passed fit for the league above on its current state, they should look to improve it instead of spunking all their money on their playing budget.
To get a better look of their ground, including the train benches, then I suggest you view THIS, a view from a ground hopping Aldershot fan who has written rather positively for us. In fact his website is worth a good look in general, with lots of decent ground snaps across non-league.
As an aside note, I was unfortunately not able to take any snaps as my camera ran out of battery ten minutes into the journey. I had obviously forgotten that camera battery charges don't charge themselves, something I would end up regretting.
Back to the game though. Before the game we all stood behind the clubhouse end with no cover as we had kicked off towards there on our previous three visits to the ground, which coincidently we have won all. We engaged in a spot of pre-match BANTZ with the players warming up, such as constantly reminding Lee Hook he's shit every time he would unsuccessfully volley a ball towards goal. Then Chris Sessegsnon, the greatest Dover player to follow on twitter, was asked by Phil if Martyn looked like Ben Mitchell. Even though he said he doesn't watch the shit, depressive soap, he replied "Yeah, he does a bit actually" - cue roars of laughter from the pissed up jollyboys behind the goal.
Oh yeah, Martyn also risked entering another feud with a Dover player (Steven Watt and Billy Bricknell have already canned him on twitter) by asking Lloyd Harrington if his sister was present because 'she's fit'. Sadly she wasn't because Martyn was right, she has caught the eye over some of the recent games.
The teams walked out an disaster struck. The Eastleigh players have decided to switch ends for this season so we'd have to make the agonizingly long walk to the other side of the ground. Booooooooooooo!
Eastleigh were straight out of the blocks and looked like living up to their dangerous pre-season billing. Having dispatched W-S-M and Havant 3-0 a piece in their previous two matches, they went into the fixture in good form. Ex Woking winger Moses Ademola started the game looking very lively and he had the first serious chance of the game, just dragging his shot from the left-hand side wide of the goal.
Then summer signing from Salisbury, Marvin Williams, was the first place to test Mitchell Walker as he drew a save from the keeper from the near post, with Mitchell having another very solid game for us in goal.
Then it was our turn to have our first serious chance of the match. A long ball out of defence was well controlled by Calum Willock, who did very well to outmuscle Osei Sankofa. Sadly Jack Dovey in goal would save the one-on-one, but luckily that would be the only time he did in the game. He did take a tremendous amount of stick from me throughout the game, constantly reminding him that he's a Southampton reject and that he was shocking last season, he's crap etc. Being a harsh bastard can sometimes pay off and the young keeper didn't look like the type to take it in his stride.
He'd be laughing next though as Eastleigh would take the lead though after some disappointing Dover defending from a free-kick. Darryl McMahon's floated ball in was headed in by ex Woking, Crawley, Newport and Luton striker Craig McCallister, in what looked like a very preventable goal.
At this point I started saying to myself "Same old Dover, I would be happy with a draw today so don't get your expectations too high, we're not expected to win here" but I would be absolutely chuffed with our response as we proceeded to dominate the rest of the first half proceedings and would enter the break in-front.
We should have equalised very soon after after Watt's clever back-heel in a crowded box found Steven Thomson, but the veteran midfielder could only drag his shot wide of the post. Then from another corner the ball broke loose to Modeste but his effort was blocked in some last ditch defending.
Soon afterwards we though we had equalised. A deep-free kick inside our own half from Wynter was lofted into the box and nodded on by Watt/May [delete as appropriate] which was then nodded perfectly into the top corner by Willock. Sadly the dickhead linesman spotted an offside that nobody else did and the goal was rule out. It always seems that I'm the first person to discover an offside goal and it always my job to break the saddening news to my celebrating pals around me, in this case Darren Boyd.
Not that it would be matter too much, we'd be level moments later with a goal from the same player, this time perfectly legitimate. After the ball broke loose into midfield Steven Thomson threaded through a quite exquisite ball into the path of Willock who made no mistake this time in-front of the on-rushing Dovey in goal, burying the ball into the bottom right corner. Cue pandemonium behind the goal and lots of strange chest thumping from me, which seems to be my new celebration.
Instead of sitting back again, we pushed on. Willock almost netted a brace from another threatening corner but his header was cleared near the line. He'd turn provider though just a few minutes before half-time as the architect behind a superbly worked goal. Thomson, who was pulling the strings in midfield all afternoon, sent a perfect ball to Willock out on the right hand wing and we broke. He spotted Ben May running in the centre and sent in the most perfectly weighted and accurate ball into his path, which he really couldn't miss, meaning they both netted their first competitive goals for the club. May celebrated the goal in the goal-net and we went fucking ballistic behind the goal like you only really can after a sexual goal like that.
Moses Ademola still had time to tamely drift a shot into Walker's grateful clutches but we went into the break very good value for our lead, and a nervy second half that would surely be on the cards? A half-time pint did nothing to calm the nerves but it did do a lot to quench the thirst.
Second half would be spent directly behind the goal in the worst 'stand' in the league, mainly spent biting my fingernails and praying to hear the full-time whistle. I was fully expecting a second half onslaught and we were on the back foot for a large period, requiring a mixture of luck and superb resilient defending to see the game out. And bad news was to come as it became apparent that Ben May had picked up a knock and had to be replaced by Billy Bricknell. That's not a slur against Billy in any shape or form because I really rate him but Willock and May looked like they were really clicking and bullied their suspect defense throughout the half. If the latter can keep himself fit then I think we've got our No.1 partnership right there.
Our first scare came early on when the long haired greasy mongrel that is McMahon floated a cross towards the back post, which required a Simpemba header to prevent it being nodded in by McAllister.
Bricknell soon after reminded them of our attacking threat by going on a mazy run but then he fired his shot on the edge of the box well wide.
A real heart in mouth moment came soon after with their best chance of the game. A well worked move on the edge of our box from the found Ademola who managed to turn Wynter and his shot cannoned off the bar and back into Walker's relieved arms. Looking back on the highlights, it looks like Watt might have got a vital block on the shot and been the real hero of the day there.
Bazza Cogan then curled a free-kick wide for us, not living up to his David Beckham moniker we have recently given to him as a result of his set-piece prowess and floppy hair-style. Which I suppose is an improvement on him being Dover's number 1 scapegoat, no?
Eastleigh continued to huff and puff but didn't find too much luck thanks to some superb Dover defensive performances, with Shane Huke even receiving praise from the majority of us after the game. They were mainly restricted to long shots, with their most impressive player McMahon belting a free-kick just wide of the post and then giving us a scare from opening play, his curling effort outside the box hitting the top of the cross bar and going out of play.
They did have one more effort from open play with Marvin Williams seeing his one-on-one wonderfully saved by Walker, who left me leaving the ground feeling very assured as our number one goalkeeper after a few dodgy pre-season showings.
Jamie Smith replaced Ricky Modeste in the final minutes, some much needed fresh legs even though the latter enjoyed a very good game, causing them all sorts of problems in the first half. For someone who's only about 5ft4 he certainly knows how to win a header as well!
My long ordeal of fears and worries would be put to bed on that magic 86 number though. It was my man of the match, the best of a very good bunch, Calum Willock who showed great strength and determination to win the ball which gave Bricknell a free run on goal. He did the business, empthatically drilling the ball beyond Dovey and send us behind the goal into absolute raptures. It was a moment of pure relief and joy, one only proper supporters who attend games will be aware of.
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| Fantastic photo captured by Simon Harris, as you can see I in the red top seem rather pleased..... |
The full-time whistle went, every single player got a well deserved round of applause and the majority of them got a song for what was quite a superb all-round performance against a side I still believe will be serious contenders come April. There's not a single player I could find a fault with in that performance. They all played their part but I will like to say how awesome Willock looked, I said he would come good if we put him in a workable partnership and he certainly showed his credentials, their defenders couldn't handle his strength and he never gave them a moments piece when the ball was played forward. He's already one of my new favourite players *blushes*.
Also a word for Thomson - he was awesome too. I was a bit sceptical that he'd be passed it and be-fail his reputation but that doesn't look the case at all, he's looked class in most of the games so far. I know its still early doors but he really sticks out as one of our better signings and we have a genuine club captain in the form of him.
As for Eastleigh, well, they still threatened us for large parts of the match and I think they're a good side. However, some of their defenders look pretty duff and thats an area they could do with strengthening. I used to think Tom Jordan was a good defender at this level but he looked like a complete and utter cart-horse. The full-backs didn't impress either, neither did Dovey. With their money available I expect they'll address these shortcomings though and I also think they need a more potent goal threat, most of their attacking options do not seem to be out and out strikers and I think they lacked that cutting edge.
A word on the atmosphere and turnout. As Reg said in the bar to me, the 639 announced figure looked a bit artificial, there didn't even look like there were 500 there. Our turnout was poorer than it is usually it is with many regulars deciding against going to the same grounds over and over again but they'd be the ones that severely missed out. We tried to make an atmosphere in their absense, mainly due to the persistance of Darren Boyd but we struggled with about 10 of us trying to sing, made even worse by the poor acoustics or lack of in the ground. Then again, the Aldershot groundhopper seemed quite impressed with our efforts so maybe my standards are too high?
Song of the day? My effort as described in the blog post title. I only had the bravery to sing it after our two goal cushion, mind you!
Last year we got cabs straight back to the station but there was no chance of that this year. Onto the bar to get fucking lemon was on the cards after that performance. We'd enjoy some excellent hospitality in their to go along with the cheap pints. They must have cooked off way too much food in the tea hut as they laid out literally about 50 burgers, 50 hot dogs and 25 pies in the clubhouse for anyone to enjoy for free as there was no other way they were getting rid of it. So everyone piled their grubby mitts in at the prospect of free food. I had a burger and a hot dog myself, even though I wasn't hungry, just because you can't turn down that sort of generosity can you?
I spoke to a few Eastleigh fans and one of their directors outside. He was very complimentary of us and our team, suggesting that if anyone finished above us this season then they will the league. I did ask him if they had plans to sort the ground out and he reckons there are in the pipeline but deep in my mind I was thinking "What's the point"? Its Southampton terrority, the ground is too far out of civilisation and they don't have the potential to grow as a sustainable club outside any division above this one. It will go tits up eventually but I harbour no anomosity towards Eastleigh, their fans seem to be decent enough and as I say, they're normally very hospitable.
We also spoke to a few of the Dover players, most notably Ian Simpemba. He seems like a real top fella, he thanked us for our support and when we asked him if he wanted to come on the piss with us he replied "I wish I could" before laughing and wishing us a safe journey back. That's another of the few good things about non-league football, in general there is a lot of mutual apprecation between the fan and player.
We bombed into cabs after a couple of pints in there, needing to embark on a fairly long journey while stocking up on beer at the Sainsbury's nearby the station. Me and McGiggletits went halves on a crate of Becks Vier, totalling the equivalent of £3.50 each for 7.5 bottles. Good value that if you ask me!
We were'nt far off missing out train thanks to Hunty for messing around too long in there but we were delighted to get on our train to discover we had a full free carriage to ourselves. This way we could act like complete and utter bellends in the safe knowledge we weren't pissing off the great members of the British public.
This train was direct to Waterloo, surpassing fellow BSS shitholes like Woking (on loan to the BSP), Basingstoke and Farnborough. Phil came up with the plan of blagging to the conductors if they queried them as their tickets were not valid by London routes. I don't think anyone could stomach another 4+ hour journey.
This was a pretty bouyant, beer-guzzling journey as you can expect, plenty of noise and fun. As usual we did our Dover tradition of sticking our skinniest member (Reidy in this instance) in the luggage rack, after he spent a good period of time sulking that he got told off.
Sadly for me though the day would come to an end prematurely for me. I had to go back to Herne Bay and for once in my life my head ruled over my heart. Normally I stay with the others till Waterloo and Paddock Wood before finding my own route but I decided to fuck getting home 2 hours later than I would otherwise and instead got off at Clapham Junction and went back via Victoria. A good decision in the end I think, even though I was having a lot of fun on that journey and for the first time of the day the beer was sinking down like it was water.
I had no problem finishing off my the rest of my bottles even though I went home by myself. I was too happy to fall asleep early and my mouth was watering at the prospect of getting a curry when I got home, thanks to the insistance of my sister.
One final word of note. When I was making the short walk home from Herne Bay station to my house some pissed up guy who looked like he was in his 20's somehow managed to noticed my red diahatsu Dover shirt, enquiring if it was indeed a Dover shirt. Now I know I'm fat but it was pretty dark out there and most Kentish people don't know football exists beyond the top four Premier League clubs. So I was pretty taken aback and had a decent 10 minute conversation with him about Dover as he explained he used to be from the area and remembered what a great player Leworthy was, even though he's not an avid football follower. He did claim Dover was a shithole which I countered by asking what he was doing with himself moving to Herne Bay but he did say its one of those shitholes that you can't help but love. I responded by saying I think most Dovorians would agree with that assessment of their town.
And that's my fascisinating storytale out the way with, just concluded with an awesome curry thanks to some awesome dishes selected by my sister. A big thank you for all concerned for making it a great day out; Eastleigh FC, Dover players and management, Jollyboys & girls and southeastern railway for not having any delays.
Now, football tomorrow night is not too welcoming. Although Chelmsford fixtures are always great games and they should bring good support, the prospect of defeat and wiping out the good work from Saturday leaves me in fear that my feel-good effect will be short lived. We really need to start turning these away performances into strong home form and if it doesn't click tomorrow it will have a detrimental effect on our home crowds. Its a really important game for us but hopefully we'll continue where we left off on Saturday. If we do and manage to get over this home form hoodoo then I will be a very happy man indeed. COYW.
| Saturday 01 Sep 2012 | |||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| AFC Hornchurch | 0 | - | 0 | Weston-S-Mare | |
 245 |
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| Bath City | 2 | - | 1 | Billericay | |
 Griffin (40) Griffin (71) |
 Poole (60) |
616 |
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| Chelmsford | 2 | - | 1 | Salisbury | |
| Church (17) Slabber (63) |
Fitchett (08) |
716 |
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| Eastbourne Borough | 0 | - | 2 | Maidenhead Utd | |
| Pratt (13) Pratt (31) |
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| Eastleigh | 1 | - | 3 | Dover | |
| McAllister (20) |
Willock (33) May (44) Bricknell (87) |
639 |
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| Farnborough | 2 | - | 0 | Bromley | |
| Ciardini (35) Ciardini (37) |
487 |
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| Hayes & Yeading | 2 | - | 1 | Welling | |
| Oyenuga (47) Anderson (08) |
Lafayette (42) |
194 |
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| Staines Town | 1 | - | 1 | Havant and W | |
Garrod (44) Ferguson (90) |
Palmer (34) Pearce (91) |
329 |
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| Sutton Utd | 1 | - | 2 | Dorchester | |
| Gwillim (59) |
Nicholls (15) Watson (17) |
420 |
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| Tonbridge Angels | 0 | - | 0 | Basingstoke | |
| 513 |
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| Truro City | 2 | - | 0 | Boreham Wood | |
| Yetton (28) Ash (45) Williams (55) |
O'Loughlin (45) Nunn (45) Garrard (86) |
329 | |||
| Pos | Team | P | W | D | L | F | A | GD | Pts | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |  |
Bath City | 5 | 3 | 1 | 1 | 9 | 5 | 4 | 10 |
| 2 | |
Dorchester | 5 | 3 | 1 | 1 | 8 | 6 | 2 | 10 |
| 3 |  |
Salisbury City | 5 | 3 | 1 | 1 | 7 | 5 | 2 | 10 |
| 4 | |
Dover | 5 | 2 | 3 | 0 | 8 | 5 | 3 | 9 |
| 5 | |
Truro City | 5 | 2 | 2 | 1 | 9 | 6 | 3 | 8 |
| 6 | |
Hayes & Yeading | 5 | 2 | 2 | 1 | 9 | 7 | 2 | 8 |
| 7 | |
Maidenhead United | 5 | 2 | 2 | 1 | 8 | 6 | 2 | 8 |
| 8 | |
Farnborough | 5 | 2 | 2 | 1 | 7 | 5 | 2 | 8 |
| 9 | |
Boreham Wood | 5 | 2 | 2 | 1 | 5 | 3 | 2 | 8 |
| 10 | |
Chelmsford | 5 | 2 | 2 | 1 | 8 | 7 | 1 | 8 |
| 11 |  |
Eastleigh | 5 | 2 | 1 | 2 | 8 | 7 | 1 | 7 |
| 12 | |
Eastbourne Borough | 5 | 2 | 1 | 2 | 6 | 5 | 1 | 7 |
| 13 | |
Basingstoke Town | 4 | 1 | 3 | 0 | 5 | 4 | 1 | 6 |
| 14 | |
Staines Town | 4 | 1 | 3 | 0 | 4 | 3 | 1 | 6 |
| 15 | |
Welling United | 5 | 1 | 3 | 1 | 8 | 8 | 0 | 6 |
| 16 | |
Billericay Town | 5 | 1 | 1 | 3 | 7 | 10 | -3 | 4 |
| 17 | |
Sutton United | 5 | 0 | 3 | 2 | 7 | 9 | -2 | 3 |
| 18 | |
Hornchurch | 5 | 0 | 3 | 2 | 3 | 5 | -2 | 3 |
| 19 | |
Tonbridge Angels | 5 | 0 | 3 | 2 | 4 | 7 | -3 | 3 |
| 20 | |
Havant and Waterlooville | 5 | 0 | 3 | 2 | 5 | 10 | -5 | 3 |
| 21 | |
Bromley | 5 | 0 | 2 | 3 | 3 | 9 | -6 | 2 |
| 22 | |
Weston-S-Mare | 5 | 0 | 2 | 3 | 2 | 8 | -6 | 2 |
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