Most of this winter has been spent watching Yeovil Town lose, with the prospect of a home cup tie against Man Utd looming, I’ll be traipsing down to the Huish on Tuesday night to will them to a rare home win.
But you lose your shirt following Yeovil!
I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like to go to a game expecting my team to win, so my cheap evening return to Bath carried an anticipation of success that must attend the likes of Bristol City,
I had a year or two in Jersey a few years ago, about the time when Mat Banahan was coming to the fore. I was keen to see how he looked as a grown up – answer- big strong and intelligent. But the man that 12.000 West Country lads and lasses had really come to see was Rugby League Sam Burgess.
Sam is clearly the life and soul of any team and there’s no doubt he’s as much a hit in the changing room as he is in the press. But the boy is not a centre!
This was a really great night of rugby, last week Bath had cruised to a facile win over a (relatively) poor Montpelier but they failed to get the bonus point for a fourth try, despite scoring three in fifty minutes. After 55 minutes, Bath had scored three tries thanks to Banahan, but it wasn’t till the 78th that they got the bonus point that kept them in the European chase.
It was a case of a one-side game and a one-sided score that could have been all over after 15 minutes but which remained a thriller to the final moments.
I’m really grateful to my friend Jamie Biggs and all the lads from Fidelius for inviting me down. We may have had a box, but everyone was outside on a cold December night and we made it back in the early morning knowing we’d watched one of those great rugby nights!
Back in the 70s I played a few games for Bath Colts and spent a lot of time at the Rec. It was amateur then and today I’d have been found out a lot earlier than I did (if I was a horse they’d have been kind and said I didn’t train on).
But whether for North Dorset, Bath or Bryanston, west country sport provided me with a chance to participate in something quite different from the plastic affairs served up at the Stoop, Twickenham and the various football grounds which are home to Sale, Saracens and London Irish.
You can only do this properly with a pasty , a pint and some mates and I’ll be hounding the Fidelius boys for any spares for the rest of the season!