Bath City vs Newport County Part 1 - The Calm Before the Draw!

Bath City drew 1-1 with Newport County on Saturday. Despite some flashes of brilliant play on both sides, it was a match best described as a stalemate. In fact, a lot more excitement for me took place off the pitch than on it.

Big Nedved Junior and I arrived very early at Twerton Park on Saturday morning. We were there to see Bath City manager Adie Britton. Adie had graciously agreed to an interview for this blog and had asked me to come at 11:30 so we could have an hour before the players arrived. I was both nervous and excited when we got to Twerton, but I was quickly put at ease. This was not really that surprising because Adie has always appeared warm and friendly. One thing that took me by surprise, however, was how intense and thoughtful he was when it came to the management of his team. I will be publishing the interview in the coming weeks (after an hour and fifteen minutes we still did not discuss everything Adie wants to talk about so we will pick up the rest later), but I came out of the interview very excited about the coming season. Even though City fans may not always understand all of his decisions, Adie Britton is convinced that the future is bright for Bath City FC. After talking to him I could not help but conclude he is right.

Just as the interview was wrapping up Big Nedved Junior held out Adie's Bath City trading card and a Sharpie pen for Adie to autograph it with. 'I'm going to sign it "Adrian,"' he explained. 'My Mother doesn't like "Adie."' This is now Big Nedved Juniors favourite football card, and trust me, he has a lot of football cards!

After the interview we left Twerton briefly and crossed the Lower Bristol Road to visit that pre-teen crack house that is McDonald's. I hate McDonald's, to be honest. I can't understand why British people embrace the worst parts of American life so passionately and ignore the good parts. Where are the Waffle Houses of Somerset? Big Nedved Junior likes it anyway. It was a fitting reward for being relatively well behaved during an hour-long interview. As a bonus, he got a plastic light sabre in his Happy Meal. It had only slightly less flavour than the chicken nuggets that went with it.

With over an hour left until kick-off, and a steady drizzling rain driving us indoors, we gave up on going for a walk and headed back to Twerton Park. Bath City were hosting a weekend long beer festival in the club bars (Charlie's and Randall's) and I wanted to see what the atmosphere was like. I did not expect to stay long, but as soon as Big Nedved Juniors saw the Bolton - Portsmouth match on the several big screen tellies he was hypnotised. We found some seats and I let him get his fix of Sky. We don't have it at home so he doesn't get to see live Premiership matches often (and I'm happy to keep it that way, frankly). I was surprised, though, by how much he knew about the players from these unfashionable clubs. His hours of managing his fantasy team and collecting Match Attax cards has given him an impressive knowledge of a lot of players I've never heard of. When Portsmouth got their second goal he said, confidently, 'That's Dindane. He's got an attack of 60 but his defence is only 14.' Unless you collect Match Attax, that might not mean much to you, but I could not help but feel an anorakish sense of pride.

Although the match between the two struggling Premiership sides was surprisingly entertaining, I was enjoying the atmosphere inside Charlie's even more. The place was packed. To be honest, the Newport County supporters outnumbered the Bath City ones two to one. They had come early on supporter's coaches and were enjoying the increased selection of adult beverages available. Considering the history of problems from Newport County visits stretching back to the 1980s, I was really pleased to see how peaceful and friendly everything was. I suppose I was wrong to suspect there might be any problems. The fact that hundreds of fans from each side were managing to get boozed up in cramped conditions without any problems certainly made the upcoming segregation of fans during the match seem rather silly. If we play Newport again next season (a big if looking at the current standings) hopefully we will try a match without it.

With some effort I tried to pry Big Nedved Junior away from the a giant telly screen at about 2:30. Time to get tea and doughnuts inside the ground and watch the teams warm up. Doughnuts, it turns out, trump television. That's one to remember for the future.

The Agony, the Rain, the Worry, and a little bit of Ecstasy

There are times in the life of the average non-league fan when he wonders if he is really and truly sane. I had such a moment Saturday as I watched Bath City defeat Chelmsford City 1-0. I was standing on the Bristol End terrace at Twerton Park in pelting rain and howling wind. I was cold and wet and tired. Next to me was my seven-year-old son (known for purposes of this blog as Big Nedved Junior) who must have also been cold and wet and tired. We were watching Bath City frantically try to keep Chelmsford at bay for half an hour with only ten men. Bath City defender Matt Coupe had been given a straight red at the hour mark for a studs-up tackle. With the man advantage, the stiff wind at their backs, and a Bath City team sitting back to defend their slender one goal advantage, Chelmsford kept up near-relentless pressure on the Bath End goal. Big Nedved Junior and I stood at the Bristol End, watching our heroes struggle in the distance, desperately hoping they would break free to score in front of us. It was not possible to really follow what was happening from that far away. It was only later that I learned that a shot from Chelmsford's Danny Hockton had struck one goal post, only for the rebound to be struck against the other post by Hockton's teammate Anthony Cook. From our distance we could only see a mass of bodies throwing themselves at the ball. We stood in the rain and waited for the inevitable-seeming bad news, and counted the minutes (literally) until we could stop worrying. After half and hour we were allowed to stop worrying and go somewhere dry and warm. Basically, I had paid £10 to stand in the rain with my son and chew my nails for half an hour. I had done this because this is what I consider 'fun.'

The entire afternoon had not been taken up with rain-soaked stress, however. Big Nedved Junior and I had arrived early at the ground to take in a meal at the club bar, 'Charlie's.' After pies, sausages and chips in front of a football match on a big-screen telly, we walked down the Twerton High street. We were looking for some 'Match Attax' cards to enhance Big Nedved Junior's playground cred. We failed to find any, but we did end up in the Co-op at the same time as my son's favourite player, Gethin Jones. We both felt too shy to talk to him so we loitered around the dairy products until he had left. Although we returned to Twerton Park empty handed, we soon had something even better...

Bath City Players Cards!! Thanks to a fantastic initiative by the Supporters Club, Big Nedved Junior could now collect cards of his non-league heroes alongside the Premiership primadonnas he is increasingly besotted with. We bought two packs, each containing three cards, for 50p each. I had worried our first packs would give us doubles of Marcus Browning, but it turned out we only got one of him (in away kit). In addition to Browning we got cards for Matt Coupe, Sido Jombati, Mark Badman, Richard Evans, and Kaid Mohamed. It was a good haul, we thought. To keep them dry Big Nedved Junior stored them in a special plastic pouch he had brought expressly for this purpose.

Not long after we were settled in the Popular Side terrace I was wishing he had brought a plastic pouch big enough for us to put ourselves in. The wind was whipping around enough that it was hard to find anywhere under cover that was truly dry. Once the match kicked off that wind began to play a pretty prominent role in the play on the pitch as well.

Bath City had been fortunate to win the toss and attack the Bath End of the ground. The wind blew fiercely but erratically. Anytime the ball cleared ten feet or so off the ground it was impossible to know which direction it would take. You almost had to pity Chelmsford keeper Craig Holloway, who is not the best of kickers in good conditions, as goal kick after goal kick failed to clear the halfway line. Neither team was able to do much more than hang around and hope for a lucky break from the wind. Thankfully the strength of the wind meant that Bath City got to do most of their hanging around in the Chelmsford half.

Chelmsford did manage some frightening runs at the Bath City goal on the occasional break. It was actually a Bath City counterattack, though, that brought the goal we had all been waiting for. Stuart Douglas received a neat pass from Sido Jombati close enough to onside to keep the linesman's flag down. With two Chelmsford players at his side and Holloway charging from the goal line, I thought Douglas had left it too late. He began to fall from what looked like a side tackle. It was a mistake I had seen Douglas commit before - taking one too many touches before trying to shoot. Somehow, though, while appearing to be totally off balance, Douglas managed to chip the ball over the Chelmsford keeper. It rolled gently into the corner of the net. I screamed and jumped up and down and silently promised never to doubt Stuart Douglas again!

This all happened with fifteen minutes to go before the half. Considering how poor the conditions were, and how Bath City would be playing against the wind in the next period, it seemed likely to me that a 1-0 victory was the only likely scoreline that would be good news. Kaid Mohamed almost proved me wrong a few minutes later with an excellent, on-target strike from outside the box. Despite this, and a couple close calls in the second half, most of the rest of the match was made up of midfield tackles and pressure on the Bath City goal.

And so my son and I stood on the exposed steps of the Bristol end terrace, forlornly hoping our heroes would score a second goal and deliver us from the worry. After Matt Coupe's sending off I called out the remaining minutes as they passed. I think this only made them pass more slowly. From our far-away vantage, every Chelmsford pass appeared to cross the mouth of the goal or need clearing off the line by a Bath City defender. It was a race between the clock and bad news. Which one would come first? Eventually the referee blew his whistle. I let out a cheer that was as much a sigh of relief as a cry of victory. As we scuttled back to the warmth of the car I wondered how many new grey hairs I had gained.

By any rational viewpoint, it was a miserable day. People only endure such discomfort for love from insanity. For football fans, especially for non-league football fans, I think it is a mixture of both. Despite the cold, the rain, the tension and the broken play, it was all worth it for the joy of seeing Douglas' goal and the relief I felt upon hearing the final whistle.

Now, time to plan our next match!