Peterborough United V Bristol Rovers 22.4.17

And so to a final report.

Transport to game.

The barest of facts. BTM for 8.30 departure. Change at Birmingham New Street and get the train heading for Stanstead which arrived at Peterborough at 12.15 having given us glimpses of Leicester and Rutland Water along the way. It was scenic. So much so that Ronnie was able to sleep most of the way. Bob, Andy and myself just enjoyed the relative peace and quiet.

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Gillingham V Bristol Rovers 14.4.17

We were travelling a greater distance than last week so obviously we would leave later, at a more sensible 8.30 from Temple Meads. There will be just the four of us for the last two away games. Coventry Bob, Ron, Andy and myself shared seats in coach D for our trip via Paddington and St. Pancras to the Medway Riviera. Peter was going by Megabus and we would meet up later in the day. At Kings Cross Ron went for a long walk around the station. As he was walking away from any pubs I returned to the station to await his return. Beer less we went on towards Gillingham but opted to try a few pubs in Rochester rather than crawl the streets of the breeze block of the Medway towns.

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2012: A working life? Website management and field research.

14th April 2012

This week I wrote on Facebook and Twitter:-

Sunday 8th April

Richard Stedman added a new photo. Piano is home. Thanks to Helen Lowe and Mark Lowe at gorgeous giggles for looking after it so well.

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2012-04-08 Piano is home. Thanks to Helen and Mark for looking after it @gorgeous_giggles

Richard Stedman likes Hops – Belgian Bar’s post. Happy Easter everyone. The Easter bunny has left the following cask ales for today: Townhouse Enigma 3.5%; Acorn Yorkshire Pride 3.7%; Mobberley Barn Buster 4.2%; Redwillow Wreckless 4.8%; Raw Dark Peak Stout 4.5%.

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Wimbledon 9.4.17

Wimbledon V Bristol Rovers 8.4.17

Travel to the game:

I had noted the night before that the Supporters club coaches would be leaving for the game at 10.15 from the ground. Rose, therefore, was not quite her happy-go-lucky self when the alarm sounded at 6 and we headed off to Bristol Temple Meads in the early morning mists of a Severn Valley not so much Fun Day.

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2010: A year of finding old friends and giving my soul to the internet.

Facebook

Tuesday, 30 March 2010 at 20:04 UTC+01

Is looking forward to meeting long lost friends, then watching the Gas on Friday

Getting back in touch with people has become so much easier for people of my generation. For me it really started with Friends Reunited. It was addictive enough as an observer to draw me in to finding where old school and University friends were, but remote enough to ignore should I not be brave enough to contact the person. When reconnecting with Rose I had no idea how important that might be in the long term but I can only guess that I wasn’t the only one who wanted to find out more than just what one did as job and how many children we didn’t have. It is far more difficult finding and contacting those who you once thought of as significant friends. There is the whole issue of whether to drag out the past when thirty years of real life is far more important. I went all around the houses to find out what had happened to Helen “Brunning-Geog” and Tim in the past 30 years. Then came Facebook and a chance to search for friends of friends and a question rather crudely put to one such lost one

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Bury V Bristol Rovers 14.3.17

Or alternatively: Donald’s view of a day out with Stedders and Bob

I didn’t write a report on the Bury trip. On Saturday evening, following a few pints after the Chesterfield game, one of the passengers offered his views of the trip. Donald is a regular, but reluctant commentator on pubs and the trips. With some appropriate subterfuge and arm twisting I managed to get this set of notes on the day. One must remember that Donald is an engineer by trade and writing joined up sentences is not his strength. It is almost as if he was a ten year old on his first day out of town.

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Oxford United V Bristol Rovers 4.3.17

I didn’t have a plan. Honestly, I went with an open mind as to where we might go. When we met up midweek Geoff the Pikestar had expressed a wish that we should go somewhere different to the usual. I thought we might just go with the flow and be led for a change. The “we” in this case was Rose and myself. Ronnie had opted out of this trip as he was being a lightweight traveller and not bothering to get to the game from Heathrow after flying home form the states in the morning. That boy has no dedication. One can only hope that Rolls Royce appreciate the commitment he gave to the cause on his jaunt to Oregon. Rose took up his tickets for both the train and the game. We caught the 7.54 from Severn Beach and met up with fellow travellers in the station buffet bar at B.T.M. for a team Ultimate Breakfast. It was certainly a special breakfast that had special reworking to make bacon and sausage / egg butties for later in the day. It truly did make for a meal to set one up for the day. The 9.30 departure had our gang of Rose, Stedders, Peter de Meteor, Geoff The Pikestar, Coventry Bob, Mumbles, The Silver Fox, Denis Law, The Real Lord Powell and Tangent Tim ,all split between two carriages.

Pre-Match pubs

The word was out among our team to walk past the police and meet up at the White Rabbit from where we would sort out our plan of action. If asked, we were off to the Ashmolean. This pub, the White Rabbit not the Museum, was due to open at 11 and we reconvened just before arriving at the door. It was well and truly closed and unlikely to open until 12. Irksome point number one for the White Rabbit. If you advertise an opening time it only annoys people who travel to get to you when you change that time.  No problem, we thought, let’s walk to the Lamb and Flag. Guess what, it too had a 12 opening time. Similarly the Eagle and Child, so we trudged on into Jericho and settled on an 11.40 start at the first pub we found open.

Jude the Obscure (8)

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Beer: Morlands Original (6)

The pub was pretty empty and we had plenty of room to set up camp for a group of nine. This is a Greene King pub with absolutely none of the reputed Jericho Bohemian atmosphere. It is roomy, rather unremarkable in layout and dull in beer choice. It was perfectly comfortable in the style of a typical GK food based hostelry but not a pub to revisit in a hurry. We had now decided that the plan was to tick of a few within easy walking distance and get an earlier than usual taxi to the ground. Geoff described his next choice and we set off to:-

Jericho Tavern (9)

Beer Ilkley Mary Jane (7)

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This pub had a slightly more interesting selection of beers and a more interesting internal layout but still offered nothing to write home about. (Stupid sentence for me to write as I am now patently writing home about it). One of Rose’s many talents is her ability to draw people in to conversation. Within a few minutes she had set the Silver Fox into a brilliant explanation and description of his life with horses, dogs and horse and carriage driving. He held centre stage with tales of training and his many injuries from his daytime life. He hasn’t been on many trips this year and it was good to just sit and listen to his tales. We left for our next pub with a brief description of how to get to the next pub for those who were struggling to keep up. That was a pointless exercise as of course they didn’t listen and couldn’t follow the instruction to turn left even though a sign at the end of the road named the pub at the end of the street with an arrow and distance pointer to follow.

Rickety Press (12)

Beer: Arkell’s Moonlight (7)

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The Rickety Press is not hard to find.

The pub was very busy with students and their parents. It is what I expected of a Jericho pub. It is a little quirky with pizza box drawings on the walls, a table football table being used and lots of people showing off their new found local.  We found a bench large enough to accommodate the 6 of us who arrived first time. The others went to get something to eat but would arrive later. I quite enjoyed just listening in to the obvious chat of rival groups of students edging their way to more kudos as the most at home in the pub. My self-appointed task was to book taxis for 1.45, wary of Oxford traffic and congestion near the ground. All we needed was Tim and the café brigade to get to the pub in time. They did. I would definitely come to this pub again. The atmosphere was relaxed and not a bit as stuffy as so many Oxford pubs can be.

Three taxi arrived for 9 of us to get to the game between 1.45 and 1.55. Ours was the last to leave and first to get to the ground. Bob, the Silver Fox and Andy decided to go bowling before the game. Rose and I preferred a Bovril and tea in the ground.

The Game

Oxford United 0 Bristol Rovers 2 Attendance 9,862,168 (1,798 Gas)

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We had to sit in allocated seats. That would mean Rose and I being apart but we could swap and my seat was only 6 seats away. It counted for nothing as it appeared people were sitting wherever they wished despite the steward’s insistence. So it was that we found ourselves together but apart from the others of our group, among the lads who liked so stand, sing and fart for a few hours of party fun. It helped of course that Rovers were just superb, again. It was fun to be amused by the irrationality of loyalty as the children in front of us insisted that it wasn’t Oxford they thought was shit but the local housing estate. We had new friends who wished to get the Rose and Richard cuddle experience when Ollie and the Beast scored. Rose described the way Rovers played as strangely well organised and as if they had a plan. She may be an occasional observer but she is so correct. Rovers are now a really well organised side with a clear plan of how they will play. Ollie lost the ball twice and an old boy nearby said he always does that. Perhaps he too had not been watching Ollie this season. There was only one shout of “lazy” directed at Monty for not chasing a ball to the corner in the last minute of the match. We all waved cheerfully at the Bulls fans who were heading home with a quarter of an hour to go. We must have been really boring as most of the lads didn’t return in the second half, no doubt choosing to stand and point fingers across the netting from the bottom few seats of the stand.

My Ratings

Joe Lumley 7, James Clarke 6, Ryan Sweeney 9, Tom Lockyer 8, Lee Brown 7, Billy Bodin 5,  Chris Lines 7, Ollie Clarke 7, Stuart Sinclair 8, Byron Moore 7  Luke James 7 .

Subs: Cristian Montano 5, Rory Gaffney 5, Lee Mansell 6

Entertainment Value: 2

Man of the Match: Ryan Sweeney

After-Match pubs

We had tentative plan to catch a 3A bus at 5.05 from Grenoble Road. All the others were in the queue when we arrived at 5.10. We did a quick assessment and five of us headed off to get a taxi from outside the local hotel. We raced the bus in to town and walked around the corner back to the:-

White Rabbit (6)

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Almost there

Beer: XT 8 (8)

I don’t often get seriously disappointed by a pub that has rave reviews. Let me start with a positive. The XT Beer was superb. Being generous we can say that we did manage to get a space to sit around a table. First impressions really do count in pubs. On entry on a damp Saturday evening we were met by the overwhelming stench of pizza smothering cheese. At least half the tables were occupied by baby strolling young parents, complete with buggies who I felt might soon go the whole hog and change nappies on the tables. Of the tables where there was space to sit, the students sat at them had limited knowledge of pub etiquette when occupying what is, after all, shared space. And then there was the pub staff who were happy sharing in-jokes instead of getting on with their primary task of taking an order and serving up the beer.

We were able to do some post-match analysis and result sharing. Curiously the lower half of the championship table had more attention than the top of division 1. Cheese (the male Rovers fan) came to join us, to share some frankly unwanted toilet humour and then move on to amuse someone else. I was very happy to leave fairly quickly. I will give this pub a second chance but this experience was certainly memorable for so many wrong reasons that it may be some time.

The next choice was the Jam factory, near to the station. It was closed for a private party. On to the Kite, a firm favourite. It too was closed. I was getting tired and frustrated but we went next to the One. There was no real ale so Rose and I retired to the station café. The others soon followed having some solace in what they described as a slightly scary keg drinking experience.

Pub of the Day: Rickety Press

Beer of the Day: XT 8 at the White Rabbit

The Journey home

We were all going to take an earlier train home, perhaps popping in at Didcot for a final pint. Even that was not to happen so we ended up back at Bristol with an hour to waste before the last train home. Taxi it was then and guess what. The taxi driver was a City fan. We kept our politeness and resisted giving the poor man a hard time. He had his own problems to deal with but we were home by ten and could wave him goodbye with a cheery “Shithead” with a tip to get in early for a ticket at the Mem next season.

Next up

Bury Away 14.3.17