Oops Football Blog

<cliche mode>Football over the Christmas period is as good excuse as any to get yourself out of the house and away from family rows</cliche mode>

At 10am this morning I was tidying the house and going to Sutton v Kirkby. After reading of Mr Waite's plans for the day, the house remained untidied, and I was off for a double header, starting with Radford v Holwell Sports. Only to find out the Sutton game was off. Best laid plans, eh?

So, Radford, what do we know?

Well, it's in a grotty bit of Nottingham, in an area that reminded me of some dreadful nights in North Lundun that we don't need to talk about now. The football team are at the wrong end of the East Midlands Counties Football League table. And, erm, yeah, that's it really.

Some patrons were disappointed by the closure of the snack bar

Holwell Sports, despite their fans' boasts in the face of a frustrated attack by a home defender, are not really that much better. In their favour however is the fact that they save in kit costs by simply raiding Norwich City's laundry basket. That, and the fact that they had a note-able, if not sizeable, travelling support.

The decision to play this game at 12.30 certainly paid dividends, as the crowd of 173 was near enough doubled by a motley collection of groundhoppers. Most, if not all, known to at least 50% of my companions for the day. Despite your protestations, sir, the evidence is damning.

In truth, I don't really know what happened in this game. Which will doubtless serve as a disappointment to those of you who have read this far. What I did pick up was that the home keeper either wasn't very good, or more likely, wasn't even a goalkeeper, but rather some hapless midfield playmaker who had the gloves thrust at him when the normal keeper didn't show up. It's all I can think of to explain his erratic performance, and his complete lack of understanding of the rudiments of positioning and the like.