Welcome to rugby union in Sussex Division Four (East). We’re so far down what passes for a pyramid here that it’s hard to work out what level we’re talking about. At a rough guess it would take something like eleven direct promotions and a thousand pages of red tape for a team down here to make it all the way to the top. Today, all anyone was really bothered about was whether the visitors would make it all the way to fifteen. They didn’t have even enough men and relied on a fair few (estimates varied) from the Hastings areas to get up to strength – and even then needed the Cinque Ports touch judge to step up to the plate when fatigue meant more numbers were required. It is to everyone’s credit that whilst it was expectedly ragged at times, there was a pretty decent game of rugby to watch at all.
St Leonards Cinque Ports won 31-10. I know this because the twitter feed told me. I lost count when I didn’t see the indications following a couple of conversions. The man who runs the twitter feed also runs the line, leads the training, takes match notes and, today, gets to play some rugby for his club’s opponents. There are hundreds like him in all sports up and down the country every weekend. That doesn’t diminish the individual effort – rather, to me, it shows what an under appreciated army we have sustaining sport in this country.
The match was a bit odd. Lewes probably had the majority of possession, almost certainly had the majority of territory, and yet were never really that close on the scoreboard. Ports had a well organised defence (although a team who’d met each other before would have stretched them more) and some excellent quick breakers. That was the difference.
It was a lovely day to watch some rugby. Obviously my solution to the numbers problem would have been to get them to drop to 13 a side and cap the phases allowed before losing possession at six but even allowing for the obvious deficiencies of insisting on too many flankers there was some good football on display at times. The sun shone brightly and it was pleasantly warm. The match was hosted by Hastings & Bexhill and it’s the first time I’ve been up there and not immediately been afraid that I was about to blown from Kansas into Oz.
All in all, a very nice afternoon. I took some photos (here). I may be back. After all, someone has to be there to see St Leonards Cinque Ports make all those promotions until they can face Wasps on equal terms. Just so long as they never ask me to make up the numbers …
And so to the … oh, not the Oval, home of Eastbourne United Association, but Priory Lane, home of Eastbourne Borough, for this quarter final tie between Langney Wanderers and Bexhill United. What exactly this is the quarter final of wasn’t 100% clear either – a divisional cup, it appears – but after a reasonably hard fought game the ‘home’ side deservedly won through.
The frost that sank most other games in our corner of East Sussex can’t touch 3G pitches so a last minute swap was made and this SCFL Division 1 Cup quarter final match was played in perfect conditions in front of a pretty decent crowd. The swap meant nobody was on hand to open the tea bar though which, given the needle was barely above freezing, was a bit of a downer.
Langney are a feisty bunch. Even the warm-up was filled with barbaric yawps. So no surprise that they’re tasty, together and tough when the match gets underway. They led early but were pegged back before dominating most of the rest of the match. Bexhill had chances but not enough pressure. A penalty in injury time made the final score 3-2 but, in truth, it never felt as close as that. Langney deserved their march on.
I took some photos (here) and mostly had a good time.
And so to Easington Sports in its secret Banbury location to find that the ground has changed a bit since our last visit. There’s a proper fence to keep the ruffians out, a path around the pitch, a stand, and a general air of cleanliness in the friendly clubhouse. So, with programme provided, we settled down for the last match of 2016 and got a more than decent reward: a fast-moving game with plenty of commitment that wasn’t decided until the dying stages.
There was a crowd of 53. A few of those had made the journey from Gloucestershire and there was also a handful of Puritans as a Banbury United didn’t play today. The earlier rain meant the seats in the stand were only for the well-prepared, or those who could cope with a damp bottom. It also meant the pitch was heavy. Not that Shortwood noticed as they created their first chance from a decent charge forward within the opening minute. Thereafter there was a decent tussle with both teams going close – Easington probably had more of the ball – but neither able to break the deadlock before half time.
The second half continued in much the same vein. There was no doubting the effort despite the encroaching gloom (the early kick off still had us finishing in unfloodlit twilight on this dark New Year’s Eve) but it looked like the gods had marked down this one as a No Score Draw. Southwood threw on some fresh legs near the end and two hasty attacks close together saw them put in two well-worked goals. Easington had time to add one of their own in response through a rare example of their centre forward pairing combining as a unit but the ref blew before they could strike again. A 2-1 defeat after so much activity must have hurt – the contrast with the Southwood players who celebrated like they’d won a final with telling.
No points for Easington and no bacon roll for us despite the enticing smell. Lots of entertainment though. I took some photies (here), they’re mostly not that blurry.
Such was the conversation when, after having had chance after chance after chance, Westfield found themselves still in a goalless encounter and with Alfold about to take a penalty. There was fifty minutes of the game gone. The penalty was well struck, the visitors went a goal up and for a few minutes, with Westfield unsettled, it seemed that the gods of fate were going to chuckle their way to full time. But then the hosts scored a goal and then they scored another … and by the end of the match it was Westfied 6 Alfold 1. That’s football, as they say.
If football was won on possession and chances this would have been stopped at half time. Saying Alfold were leading a charmed life would be unfair. They defended well and their ‘keeper made some superb stops. But they had few chances of their own despite some decent probing runs, particularly from their tireless #7. 6-1 may not be an easy pill to swallow but it’s hard, on the balance of play, to say it wasn’t a fair result.
As ever, it was a pleasant visit to Westfield. Around feeding my younger son the world’s biggest hot dog I found some time to take some blurry photos. They are here.
When people who live in Bexhill (I presume we call them Bexhillians) use the following sentence then you know you’re in trouble: “Yes, it is windy today.” For a town that could power the national grid with its gusts on a calm day that giveaway line means that anything not bolted down is in danger of being blown away. What this particular day of north-south blowiness meant for non league football was a match where the play never settled and neither side really managed the situation but the home side did more than enough to justify running out 2-0 winners with a goal in each half.
There was some good play – and Bexhill will be pleased with how much control their midfield was able to muster but the most positive outcome I could really point to was that they are now back at the Polegrove having ended their annual nomadic start to the season waiting for the cricket to end. For Southwick – or “Wickers” as their fans had them – they had the ball for stretches but really struggled to put the Bexhill defence under any sustained pressure. They did have chances though and on another day might have come away with a point.
I took a few photos. They are not brilliant but they are here.
A Bank Holiday Monday when neither the Premier League or Championship are playing means a Bank Holiday Monday when you journey to and from the game without the usual sounds. Nothing on Five Live and regular programming on the other stations. Coupled with a guy who lives opposite the ground asking you why there’s a match on and you could be forgiven for thinking that this is not really a time and place for football. And, given the match that was then offered, maybe this point of view was shared by the two teams involved.
To be fair this is a tough gig for players at this level. Play hard on Saturday and then 48 hours later you go again. But even with that understanding this was a very hard game to love. Hastings were by far the better team – and had enough of the ball to win by more than the 2-0 they managed – and yet even they went long stretches without gelling. For East Grinstead they had some good play dotted around the pitch, and a few players whose movement caught the eye, but very little came together for them. They will feel a bit hard done by though as it took an own goal and then a rather brilliant second strike to defeat them.
But still, even with low level fayre on offer, this wasn’t a bad way to pass the time. The sun shone and the crowd mostly enjoyed itself. I took some photos and, should you wish, they are here.
“I thought it was tomorrow”, the voice on More Radio said as the car splashed through another puddle. She meant the summer solstice and the official first day of summer which is, apparently, today and not, as it appears we were both taught at school, tomorrow. The rain continued to fall hard regardless.
This is Bexhill. It was very wet in Bexhill. It was so wet that a group of European students who had walked along the seafront were taking refuge in the De La Warr Pavilion and using the dryers in the toilets in a forlorn attempt to return their clothes to wearable. At least they seemed to be enjoying themselves. What with jokes about the weather and then forming an orderly queue they’re well on their way to passing any current or future British citizenship test.