|Midland Youth cup winners 2011/12|
I had sampled a few beers the night before so the first thing that i needed to do was liven myself up and what better way of doing that than having a good old full English breakfast to start the day off. Whenever i am in Notttingham and i am need of breakfast i always head over to Debenhams to sample one of their delightful eight item breakfasts, washed down with a pot of tea. The eight items i selected were sausage (x2), fried bread, scrambled egg, black pudding, beans, and hash brown (x2) Toast was included free and with a pot of tea it all came to less than £6 a bargain if I ever a saw one. The only slight complaint was that the beans were a tad on the cold side so maybe tomatoes would have been a better choice but never the less the breakfast did the trick and it set me up for a day of drinking.
Even though this game has been on the radar for a good few weeks now i hadn't done a huge amount if research on how to get the ground. I have been here twice before but only in a car and never by public transport. The tram line does run to Hucknall but i received information that it was a good 30 minute walk to the ground so that option went out the window quite early on. After looking at a couple of timetables the best bet appeared to be grabbing a bus from Victoria bus station, getting off at the Weatherspoons pub, then grabbing a cab up to the ground.
Although the plan seems to tad hit and miss it actually worked out very well. We boarded the bus at about 2pm ish and alighted at the pub at just gone 2.20pm and not a moment to soon. The drinks in the city centre had taken their toll on my bladder despite emptying it before we left. Unfortunately the buses were running slightly late due to roadworks en route. This added to the bumpy ride really didn't help matters.
After waddling over to the toilet to empty my bulging bladder i got the dog and bone out to book the cab for 2.45pm, here's a snippet of our conversation
Me: Can i book a cab from the Weatherspoons pub on Hucknall high street please.
Operator: Certainly sir where to?
Me: Hucknall Town football club's ground please.
Operator: Oh you mean the shed, certainly sir.
|This is the Shed!|
The sides were just walking back in after the warm up so we figured we had a few minutes till the K.O (It kicked off a few minutes late) So we dived into the clubhouse for a swift pint. Unfortunately you weren't allowed to take drinks outside, Not even in plastic cups so we missed the first 5 minutes or so.
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The Homeside got back into it when a poor throw out by the keeper was intercepted by one of the Hucknall players the ball was slung in and Julian Topliss slammed the ball home from close range. It got even better for Marshall's troops a minute before half time when they equalised through a Theo Ganderson pile driver that gave Nick Reason in goal no chance. I was doing a quick lap of the ground at this moment. (The highpoint being shaking hands with Imps legend Tony Cunningham) Inevitably the lap ended up at the clubhouse bar where we spend the half time break (and about 10 minutes of the second half) On reflection the game had been pretty level. The Imps had been the better footballing side with Hucknall looking a little more streetwise than their opponents.
After the match we had another couple of pints in the clubhouse before walking back into the town. Halfway between the ground and town centre is the Central Social club so we called in there for a good hour or so after an invitation from one of Richard's friends Rob. From there on we went back to the Weatherspoons for "One for the road" before heading our separate ways. With me heading to the train station and he the bus stop. We had just about worked out where they both were thanks to asking a few locals, although they didn't seem too sure where they were and looked as if they had been on the piss all day, tut tut. Having not eaten all day i was hoping that there would be a kebab shop en-route but alas we were out of luck on that score.
Hucknall train station is a bit of a barren place in which to sober up and apart from a nearby Tesco there really isn't much around it. I could have had a swift half in the Station hotel across the road but i had decided that i had maybe drunk enough for one weekend. There were plenty of folk getting the tram for a night out in Nottingham but i was a tad knackered by this point. I did manage to make a friend though in the shape of a white, orange, and black cat that came over to say hello and was quite a fussy little thing. He/she was quite cute so here's a couple of pictures for the all to go "Awwwww" at. I certainly didn't think i would end the day playing with some random pussy in Hucknall before i got the 8.16 pm train home.
|Cat picture one|
|Cat picture two|
After arriving at Worksop (who lost 1-0 at Retford today) I managed to bag a lift home to Retford from my good lady, and finished the night off like all good nights should be finished off; With a large lamb donner kebab and portion of chips from the Retford Charcoal grill, and as ever it was spot on. All in all a great start to my Lincoln watching in 2012/13. Many thanks to all the company we met throughout the day.