No musings for weeks and then like buses two in a row. Today the visitors are Newhaven. To say our last two encounters with them were unsatisfactory would be the understatement of this and any other century. If anyone wants to know more just seek me out for a chat. Let us just say that I have just finished my counselling sessions! After the disappointment away at Eastbourne Town the previous week we got the show back on the road, train back on the rails and any other similar cliché on Saturday with a good 3-0 home win against Worthing United. In truth, it was probably a bit easier than the score line suggests especially given that the third goal did not arrive until the 87th minute. To their credit, Worthing United came to play football and more than played their part in a good open entertaining game. We started well and took the lead with a shot at the back post as early as the 7th minute. When Oli Leslie calmly slotted home after 32 minutes it looked for a time as if the home side would run away with things. However, the visitors regrouped over half time and came out with real determination in the second period. Two nil is supposed to be a dangerous lead but it never really seemed that way. Nonetheless, there was a sense of relief when Michael Belli scored a great goal across the keeper into the corner of the net after a brilliant bit of close passing carved open the visitors defence.

After the recent Peter Bentley Cup Quarter final win at Lancing I was so impressed with the performance that I waxed lyrical and put a Seamus Heaney quote on Twitter. A number of people have asked about its origin. Regular readers will know that I love his poetry and a quote from him “walk on air against your better judgement” graces the Club Twitter profile. The Lancing quote is from a short poem, called Postscript, he wrote about County Clare in the West of Ireland, which is where I regularly go on holiday. If you have never been, particularly to the Loop Head peninsula, it is well worth an insertion on the bucket list. I am biased but it is one of the nicest places on earth in terms of people, scenery and pace of life. A veritable Shangri-La! Anyway, I thought that at the risk of being reported to Pseuds Corner in Private Eye I would use this forum to share the whole poem. I love the last line.

Postscript by Seamus Heaney

And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
So that the ocean on one side is wild
With foam and glitter, and inland among stones
The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit
By the earthed lightening of flock of swans,
Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white,
Their fully-grown headstrong-looking heads
Tucked or cresting or busy underwater.
Useless to think you'll park or capture it
More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there,
A hurry through which known and strange things pass
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
And catch the heart off guard and blow it open

Football, culture and a cup of tea from the van what more could you want. Thanks for your support. Enjoy the game.