At the match: Westfield v Billingshurst

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Westfield goalkeeper Joseph Cullip is unimpressed with his yellow card

The last time I went to Westfield I ended up at a caravan park cursing my SatNav.  This time, suitably prepared, I knew exactly which hedge to drive through to get to the Parish Field home of the Westies.  Their visitors, Billingshurst (who have the unlikely nickname of “Hurst” according to Wikipedia) had made the arduous journey from West Sussex for this game in what is no longer called the Sussex County Football League.  They made their way back having achieved the unusual feat at this level of playing a game and neither scoring nor conceding any goals.

When I arrived Westfield were focusing their warm up on getting the keeper to dominate the box and then set up an attack.  Billingshurst similarly had a defensive focus in much of their play.  The result was a hard game with few very clear openings.  The visitors did hit the bar and there were occasional glimpses of attacking potential but the match never really settled and neither team had any spell where you could say they were dominating.  A draw was a fair result.  Nil nil a reflection of the teams’ desires to be solid.

But if the game wasn’t great it was still a pleasure to attend.  October hasn’t yet turned wintry and the afternoon sun was pleasant.  A few good chats were had and it was good to catch up with the Hastings Observer correspondent whose Saturdays are spent chasing sport across his paper’s dominion.  I hope his SatNav never sends him into the wrong hedge.

Westfield will be pleased to have arrested a three match losing run; Billingshurst looked disappointed at the end and will expect to stay above their hosts in the table throughout the season.  I expect to be back in the future.  And, next time, I expect goals.

(Some photos here.)

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At the match: Hastings & Bexhill v Lordswood

Lordswood in the yellow and black take the ball from a lineout (C) Jon Smalldon 2015

“They’re getting their excuses in early.  They say they’ve only got fourteen and only six of them played for the first team last weekend.”  The signs were not good for a close game as, when I arrived twenty minutes before kick off, Hastings & Bexhill had a full squad out doing routines and working through set plays, and their visitors had two guys standing under the posts looking worried.  In the end we did get a game but as the pre-match whispers had predicted, Lordswood had travelled light and with most of their regular first team missing.  Failure to fulfil is worse than a battering but it can’t have been a great feeling to be on the wrong side of a 104-0 scoreline, not least because it was only that close because the ref agreed with the captains to call the game early.

The first try came within about ten seconds of the start – or however long it takes to run a kick off back through a line and then make it under the posts.  It was pretty much a procession from then on. Hastings probably lost more points to dropped ball (and foot in touch) than to tackles.  Lordswood did get their hands on the ball but without a structure they put their faith in booting it away for a bit of immediate relief far more than in retaining it and making Hastings defend.  This wasn’t the most fun I’ve had watching sport so it was just as well the pre-match beer was decent and the conversation around the pitch entertaining.  I probably should have paid more attention to the 2nd XV match going on as that looked a lot closer.(*)

It’s somewhat trite to say this was a good result for Hastings but +104 and 5 points is definitely helpful on the league table and it didn’t seem that anybody picked up an injury so a job that had to be done was done well.  For Lordswood, I guess they dust themselves down and hope they have an actual first team for their match next week.  The players who stepped up from their usual level to the thankless task today more than earned their three cheers at the end but I’m sure they’ll be hoping they won’t ever need to repeat the experience.

(Some photos here)

(* = Turns out not that much closer.  It finished 65-0.)

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At the match: Bexhill United LFC v Surrey Eagles

And so to the Polegrove, home of Bexhill United who have the greatest badge in all soccer (it’s a picture of a football and the words BEXHILL UNITED), for a second qualifying round match in the FA Women’s Cup.  Owing to the weird parallel world in which the FA operates its barely a month since the final which saw Chelsea dispose of Notts County in front of 30,000.  Today the crowd probably didn’t reach 100 – although it was loud, passionate and involved – but those that did find themselves in this part of the sunny south coast were able to witness what football writers call ‘a proper cup tie’.

Surrey Eagles were formed in 2014 and hail from Carshalton.  In three league games this season they have scored 12 and conceded 1, and have yet to lose.  Bexhill, on the other hand, have only one point from their three league games.  But it was the hosts who opened the scoring within the opening few moments when a mix up between goalie and defender set up a straightforward tap in for Tillie Earley.  After a scrappy first half in which both sides enjoyed decent spells but didn’t create many clear chances that was how the teams went in to the tunnel.

The second half was faster and there was plenty for the growing crowd to get their teeth into as hard tackles and half chances were the order of the day.  Around the 60 minute mark the Eagles equalised with a goal redolent of Bexhill’s – a run through that should have been dealt with leading to a reasonably simple finish.  It would be half an hour before we got another goal.  Until then we had to make do (!) with a cup tie in which no quarter was asked or given.  The ref called players over, managers and team-mates bellowed, and the game stayed on the simmer without boiling over.  It was tense.  It looked like we’d have extra time until a powerful strike from Faye Hayden sparked celebrations that wouldn’t have been out of place if they’d won the final at Wembley.  Owing to delays there was still about ten minutes left but the Eagles held out with Bexhill groaning as they hit the bar and forced several near misses.  It was not their day though and it is the pink ladies who go get their name in the hat for the next round.

This was a tremendous game of football.  One that reminded you all over again that when two well-matched opponents give their all that sport is just wonderful.  Mind you, I write that as someone who could enjoy it as a neutral and soak in the pleasing atmosphere of a bar where a half time coffee comes in a Scooby Doo mug.  Losing that will have hurt.

I took my camera and walked around a bit.  The local paper may use a couple (I’m gracious like that).  But there’s a bunch here.  One team from today will enjoy looking at them a whole lot more than the other.

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On BBC Four: Benjamin Zephaniah at the Eisteddfod

Benjamin Zephaniah in front of the Pafiliwn (BBC)

“When I was growing up my mum told me that they [the Welsh] hated us [the English] because we stole their water.  And it’s true, we did.  And I’m sorry.  But your water was lovely.”  So soliloquises Benjamin Zephaniah, Birmingham Rastafarian poet of Jamaican ancestry, as he drives in the direction of this year’s Eisteddfod Genedlaethol Cymru (the Frenhinol doesn’t seem to get a mention these days) to learn what on earth the annual festival of Welsh language culture and competition (and druids) is all about.

Zepahaniah was a more than engaging host.  His charm and passion for poetry and people enabled him to put people at ease – despite committing what used to be a capital crime of speaking English within sniff of the competition tent – and learn (and share) the passion of the attendees and performers at an event that might not date back to ancient times but which does belong to a Bardic culture centuries old and, as poet and chair-winner Twm Morys observed, has now been going for 200 odd years in its own right.

There was good mix of arts represented, sadly only in passing owing to limits of time.  Cerdd dant got a good airing and I enjoyed Zepahaniah’s own singing along to the harp playing.  It was interesting to see his reaction to realising that the members of the first choir he heard sing probably really were builders – art and culture by and for the people. There was also a good introduction to the strict meter poetry cynghanedd for which the Chair is awarded.  Alex Jones of One Show fame popped along to talk about how proud she is of being nominated to the Gorsedd of Bards, and Cymdeithas yr Iaith made an appearance although no one seems to have translated the signs for our Benjamin – although the point was made that it’s traditional that they protest about something.  Zephaniah thought they could show more fire.

Apparently I qualify via my degree for membership of some outer level of the Gorsedd.  I doubt I’d survive an interrogation though, not least as I’d have to rush off to Google Translate these days.  Via some cosmic coincidence I had a postcard of some Zephaniah poetry in front of me whilst I was struggling to get to grips with Welsh in my first year.  And I’ve only ever been in the flesh to one Eisteddfod despite always catching a fair bit of it via S4C.  But Zephaniah’s infectious enthusiasm and, again, seeing all over again just how much quality there is in this people’s art has made me get the dream going to maybe pop over to Abergavenny next year.  If I have even a quarter as much fun as Zephaniah it’ll be a helluva time – but I doubt I’ll come even close to expressing it all as well as he did in this programme.

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Film review: Inside Out

The next time I get worked up and shout pointlessly and uselessly in the direction of my children I’ll know that it was fireheaded red worker inside my head that made me do it.  So will they.  The three of us made our way to a Sunday afternoon showing because it was raining and the park was out.  We emerged from the cinema with memories but whether they are happy or sad, or will be forgotten along the way, who knows.  What is certain is that Inside Out is one of Pixar’s strongest non-sequel offerings in years and that, like all great films from that studio, it is both a defiantly enjoyable kids’ film but also one that has a lot to say for adults as well.

Riley is a midwestern girl who likes ice hockey and her family.  She’s 11 and happy.  But one day her family ups from the wide open Minnesota spaces and heads to a surprisingly bleak and angry San Francisco.  Inside Riley’s head her emotions are led by the perma-happy Joy who fights to keep the memories and personality glowing yellow as around her Sadness, Disgust, Anger and Fear just fight to keep up.  But it all goes wrong – not just for Riley in the ‘real’ world as school goes badly and her parents squabble, but in her head as Joy and Sadness get blasted away from the emotional control leaving her with just Distrust, Anger and Fear.

There are multiple stories going on. Joy (Amy Poehler, genius) and Sadness must make their way through the disparate territories of Riley’s mind; Distrust, Anger and Fear must try to keep together an 11 year old girl who is losing her happiness, imagination and reason for being; and that 11 year old must cope with being in a new city where they put broccoli on the pizzas.  The scale of the film is vast but credit to the storytelling and direction it is never overwhelming.  There’s a lot to get across whilst keeping everyone on board – and Inside Out manages it with ease.

It’s rare that a film is genuinely wise and funny.  Inside Out most definitely is.  It recognises, as the characters in the film come to acknowledge, that living is not just about Joy but about Sadness too.  If that sound trite then that’s why Pixar have made a feature length film about it rather than leaving it to me to write in a tweet-length sentence.  Being Pixar there are so many excellent supporting characters – the imaginary friend from Riley’s early years makes an appearance that will sustain whole PhD theses in years to come – and sight gags that you almost immediately want to see the film again.  As per usual, the end credits contain some of the funniest material.  I can only say that that’s exactly what I expect to see inside a clown’s head.

Other people have written at length about why this is a great film.  I can only concur.  Inside Out is a brilliant piece of cinema.  It will fill you with Joy.  But also Sadness, Anger, Fear and Disgust.  And that’s how it should be.

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At the match: Sussex v Yorkshire

Hove, not a bad place to watch cricket

Sadly, nobody is going to be able to claim that Gary Ballance hitting 165, Ed Joyce a century or Adil Rashid taking three wickets to re-stake his claim to at England shirt was the most dramatic thing to happen in Sussex today.  Radio Sussex was broadcasting non stop from the site in Shoreham where an airshow plane had crashed into the A27 as we made our way away from Hove on the same road but in the other direction.  If nothing else it was an up close reminder that for all the fun and glory sport brings it is never more important than life and death.

This was my younger lad’s first cricket match of any kind and my first attendance at a Championship match this century.  This is the four day kind of cricket and even on the weekend you’re meant to regard a crowd as meaning ‘I had to share my row with someone else’.  Not so today, swelled by Yorkshire-ists and fine weather bringing out their own supporters, Sussex had a more than decent number of people looking on as they attempted to get much needed points in their battle against the drop to Division 2.  The visiting White Rose sit atop the table, 36 points clear (it’s 24 maximum for a win) and with a game in hand.  Their supporters had more positive reasons to applaud.

We arrived just in time for the second over which means we were settled into the busy main stand when Gary Ballance turned his overnight 98* into a century; Bresnan soon followed with a 50.  The stand, for the seventh wicket, eventually worth 197 was part of a Yorkshire total of 494.  It could have been higher but the Yorkies decided that comedy run outs would feature.  My lad, although genuinely interested in everything else too, was particularly pleased to see stumps fly.  He was less pleased that our lunchtime knockabout on the outfield was delayed by 30 minutes whilst Sussex failed to prise apart the final wicket stand until the very last second.

In the afternoon session, the home team fought hard.  Ed Joyce showed positive intent and a sub two-hour session ended with the visitors having a ‘solid’ (I, with the aid of a nice woman keen to indoctrinate my son into the ways of cricket lore, finding the right terms for a ‘century stand with no wickets but when the opposition have a big score of their own’) start.  It wasn’t to last as in the evening session the close calls but no wickets that Sidebottom and Bresnan had endured became wickets for Adil Rashid (3/67 for the day) and Liam Plunkett.  Joyce made his century (we’d gone by then) but then got out.  Sussex ended on 175/4.  A long way behind but with six wickets left.  They will be hoping for rapid scoring and fair weather if they are to get the win they need.  A draw may be most likely though given the weather forecast.

All in all, it was a wonderful day for us in Hove.  The sun shone brightly, the wind blew gently and the cricket (and crowd) entertained.  We had two announcements over the tannoy worthy of note.  The first asked whether anyone had located Dickie Bird’s cap.  There was laughter.  The second told us about a major incident on the A27.  There was a realisation that for all the emotion we have at a match, it is just a game.

(I took some photos.  They are here.  There’s an official video too.)


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On the radio: The Bin Laden Tapes

Start typing “The Bin Laden Tapes” into google and the all-knowing search engine will offer you “are fake” as an ending.  But it turns out that what the sceptical end of the internet are really moaning about are videos produced (or not) by bin Laden in the years post September 11, 2001.  What Radio 4 wanted to talk to us about were audio cassettes amassed by al Qaeda but then abandoned when the Taliban fled the Afghan capital city in the face on the incoming US forces.

These cassettes were nearly wiped but a eagle-nosed CNN journalist saved them.  If only they could have done the same to missing Dr Who episodes.  Instead, the entire collection of some 1,500 tapes found its way to Flagg Miller (that’s the name of an expert in Arabic language and culure) via the Afghan Media Project based in Massachusetts.

Miller has listened to the whole lot and you have to feel some sympathy for him because, frankly, as things to get excited about, time has not been kind.  Radio 4 was quite happy letting most of the tapes play in the background, untranslated.  When we did get English ‘subtitles’ what we heard was the sort of thing you might expect at a testy Anglican sermon.  Most of the ire towards the west, at this time, manifested itself in calls to boycott goods.  Like an anti-apartheid protester not picking up South African fruit.  The real wrath was directed towards impure Muslims and those already on the Arabian peninsula who were not being suitably devout.  And this was interesting to hear.  It also gives context, as Miller explains, to al Qaeda’s activities and attitudes towards Muslims which is ongoing today.  The foundation of al Qaeda and its proselyting, on these tapes, was about sorting out the Middle East not about destroying the West.

Obviously that changed but the only true reference to the storm to come is on a late tape recorded at a wedding.  Bin Laden, clearly talking about America, says we will soon here big news and that we must pray that the mission underway is successful.  The clear inference is that he is making reference to the flying, but not landing, lessons his men were undertaking at the time.

Miller has a book out and a key premise of it is that these tapes change entirely our understanding of al Qaeda.  From this radio summary I’m not sure.  I think they increase our understanding of the sheer scale of enemies al Qaeda and their successors see in the world but it doesn’t particularly alter the view of them as religious fundamentalists of a particularly brutal and terrifying kind.  After all, they may have inserted cheery music from an Algerian Jew into one of the cassettes but they also left 1,499 others telling people exactly how to live and what punishments would await them if they fall short.

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