Match 04
25th August 2007
Droylsden (away)
Droylsden 25/08/07
W 3-2
Attendance: 847
We left Exeter at 7am for our first ever visit to Droylsden Football Club. On the bus attention soon turned to our. preceding game against York. I informed Marge that I had spoken to Bertie, her favourite, after the match. She asked if I had got a kiss from him, to which I replied "No Marge, he's saving all his kisses for you". This inevitably led to a rousing, but thankfully short rendition of 'save all your kisses for me' which was stopped by Marge because she had "gone flat". We reached Droylsden at 1pm, an achievement considering the general go slow north of Bristol. After a brief visit to the pub, full of City supporters, me, Shirley, Hazel and Marge left to check out nearby Droylsden. consisted mainly of 'world famous' bakeries we'd never heard of, charity shops, pubs, floral arrangements, a large car park and some public toilets. Marge deemed these toilets to be "the grottiest toilets" she had ever seen. This entirely justified assertion was unbeknown to Marge, made in the presence of a local who was not impressed judging by the glare she gave us!
The Droylsden ground was a nice ground, and they kindly provided us with the new home end terrace which housed over 300 travelling supporters for the match. Near kick-off their poor equivalent of Fullsy thanked us for making the journey 'down' from Exeter, when evidently we had made the journey 'up'. The geographical placement of Exeter has caused trouble on our travels in the past, particularly Morecombe where some locals we met were adamant that Exeter was in London. However, never before has it been said that Exeter is north of Manchester! Hopefully a successful season will put us firmly back on the football league map and sort out this problem. Failing that, we can rely on the growing press hysteria surrounding Paul 'fashion icon' Tisdale. Move over Milan, Paris and New York, Le Tiz is well on his way to establishing Exeter as the new fashion capital of the world!
For the travelling Grecians, the first half will be remembered not for our first goal, but the two brilliant goal-line clearances by George Friend. I think I can safely say that, sadly for us, George is destined for bigger things than Exeter City. The second half saw Droylsden equalise straight away, only for us to go ahead again through a Moxey goal. A Droylsden ballboy got injured (making a welcome change from a City midfielder) by a stray ball. So severe were his injuries that after being treated pitchside by the Droylsden physio, he was led down the tunnel and never returned.
City were shooting towards the away supporters in the second half, and the penalty area was the scene of a number of dodgy refereeing decisions regarding corners and penalties. Despite these attempts by the referee to rewrite the rules of football as he went along, we went 3-1 up through Lee Elam. With this, some of the nearby natives got restless and took it upon themselves to tell us, putting it nicely, to clear off. This backfired on them as they missed their second goal while they were shouting and gesturing at us. City hung on to win 3-2, and send the travelling supporters off happy on their long journeys home. It soon appeared our journey times were to be nothing compared to those we passed in the long tailbacks on the northbound M6 which had been closed. Impressions of Maurice Wright filled the bus, for his "never get there" phrase seemed sadly fitting for the poor people stranded on the M6.
W 3-2
Attendance: 847
We left Exeter at 7am for our first ever visit to Droylsden Football Club. On the bus attention soon turned to our. preceding game against York. I informed Marge that I had spoken to Bertie, her favourite, after the match. She asked if I had got a kiss from him, to which I replied "No Marge, he's saving all his kisses for you". This inevitably led to a rousing, but thankfully short rendition of 'save all your kisses for me' which was stopped by Marge because she had "gone flat". We reached Droylsden at 1pm, an achievement considering the general go slow north of Bristol. After a brief visit to the pub, full of City supporters, me, Shirley, Hazel and Marge left to check out nearby Droylsden. consisted mainly of 'world famous' bakeries we'd never heard of, charity shops, pubs, floral arrangements, a large car park and some public toilets. Marge deemed these toilets to be "the grottiest toilets" she had ever seen. This entirely justified assertion was unbeknown to Marge, made in the presence of a local who was not impressed judging by the glare she gave us!
The Droylsden ground was a nice ground, and they kindly provided us with the new home end terrace which housed over 300 travelling supporters for the match. Near kick-off their poor equivalent of Fullsy thanked us for making the journey 'down' from Exeter, when evidently we had made the journey 'up'. The geographical placement of Exeter has caused trouble on our travels in the past, particularly Morecombe where some locals we met were adamant that Exeter was in London. However, never before has it been said that Exeter is north of Manchester! Hopefully a successful season will put us firmly back on the football league map and sort out this problem. Failing that, we can rely on the growing press hysteria surrounding Paul 'fashion icon' Tisdale. Move over Milan, Paris and New York, Le Tiz is well on his way to establishing Exeter as the new fashion capital of the world!
For the travelling Grecians, the first half will be remembered not for our first goal, but the two brilliant goal-line clearances by George Friend. I think I can safely say that, sadly for us, George is destined for bigger things than Exeter City. The second half saw Droylsden equalise straight away, only for us to go ahead again through a Moxey goal. A Droylsden ballboy got injured (making a welcome change from a City midfielder) by a stray ball. So severe were his injuries that after being treated pitchside by the Droylsden physio, he was led down the tunnel and never returned.
City were shooting towards the away supporters in the second half, and the penalty area was the scene of a number of dodgy refereeing decisions regarding corners and penalties. Despite these attempts by the referee to rewrite the rules of football as he went along, we went 3-1 up through Lee Elam. With this, some of the nearby natives got restless and took it upon themselves to tell us, putting it nicely, to clear off. This backfired on them as they missed their second goal while they were shouting and gesturing at us. City hung on to win 3-2, and send the travelling supporters off happy on their long journeys home. It soon appeared our journey times were to be nothing compared to those we passed in the long tailbacks on the northbound M6 which had been closed. Impressions of Maurice Wright filled the bus, for his "never get there" phrase seemed sadly fitting for the poor people stranded on the M6.
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