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Sat 16th August, 2003 |
Dr Martens Premier League |
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Dorchester Town 1 - 1 Hinckley United |
| Hinckley: |
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Whittle |
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Cartwright |
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Lenton |
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Crowley
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Penny |
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Stone |
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Storer |
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Jackson
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Smith |
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Tucker
(Jenkins 77mins) |
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Murray |
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| Dorchester: |
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Ormerod |
| 2. |
Jermyn |
| 3. |
Walker |
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Rawlingson |
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Browne |
| 6. |
Harris |
| 7. |
Hann
(Cooper 73mins) |
| 8. |
Holmes |
| 9. |
Shepherd
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| 10. |
Groves
(Tubbs 46mins) |
| 11. |
Keeler |
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| Goals: |
| Jackson, 12 mins |
0 - 1 |
| Shepherd, 25 mins |
1 - 1 |
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| Half Time: |
1 - 1 |
| Full Time: |
1 - 1 |
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the Hird Dimension: |
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Hello my darlings, well from my stairlift in heaven I've been looking down on
you all, and in particular that lovely football team in red & blue. Me and
Jimi Hendrix love a bit of 'knitting' of an evening and we really can't wait for
Geri Halliwell to join us for a threesome. Knit one, Perl one, deary. So we
thought what better way to pass our time than to follow the Knitter's football
team.
There isn't that lovely, then. |
Hello my dearies, I'm down in deepest 'Dorzett', you know where the men wear
dresses made of leaves and all the kiddies call their uncles 'dad' just to be
on the safe side! Many of the 'Knutty Knitters' were late due to various traffic
jams and as I waited I started work on knitting myself a new muff (well the old
one's worn out and thread bare after too much use) and as Harry Secombe was only
saying to me yesterday "you need somewhere to keep your hands warm", in fact
you'll often find him outside those pearly gates singing a lovely hymn with his
hands all warm and snug, nestling in my muff.
Well bless my sole Dorchester were a right big strapping bunch of lads and I was
quite fearful of them running rough shod over the Hinckley boys, but I needn't
have worried as what they may lack in size they more than make up for in spirit
and skill.
After eight minutes that young baldy lad, y'know Leon Kojack(son), scored with
a blinding header from a perfectly moist cross from, baby of the bunch bless
his cotton socks, little Neil Cartwright. We were then under a little pressure
and sadly a short while later Dorchester replied with a goal of there own -
oh bugger! Oops, that's OK St Peter didn't hear that.
The Knutty crew made a great deal of noise throughout the game and some lad spent
90 minutes playing with his bell (he'd get more noise from a musical instrument
though!)
I asked Jimi his opinion and he said Dorchester enjoyed more possession and
shots were flying at Tommy Whittle from as far back as their penalty area! Whilst
they huffed and puffed (but didn't blow us down) we were denied a last minute
penalty after 'Smudger' Smith was dragged to the floor in their penalty area.
He also mentioned something about swings, roundabouts and Moroccan something or
other, but I thought I'd best concentrate on the match.
The final whistle went and it ended 1-1, I hadn't felt so happy since I'd won a
catering size tea caddy from 'Womens Weekly ' back in 1937.
A lovely ground and a lovely start to the season. The only downside to the day
was the look on Scotty Voices' face as he learnt that his 'Wolfs' had lost 5-1
to Clackburn (mind you I've never understood cricket.)
Bye bye for now, take care, me and Jimi will see you down there at Hednesford.
God bless and as Robert Plant once wrote 'I'm riding that Stannah to Heaven'. |
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