Having just been relegated to the fourth tier in English football, yet more points deductions due, a new manager (Jimmy Quinn) and a national “credit crunch” (which Noel Gallagher described as “merely a breakfast cereal”), 2008 – 2009 was going to be a tough year for the Cherries. Renewing my season ticket at Dean Court…
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Aside from my travels, I don’t often see snow these days, and inspired by finding these old photos recently, it’s time to reflect on my last Winter living in England. The above photo, stunning was taken from my bedroom window during the snow in Southbourne, Bournemouth in February 2009. Even living in the…
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The backlog of my stories on this blog is getting absolutely ridiculous, life is busy and life passes us by, so I have had little time to reflect on these gracious moments of randomness through the years. As a way of catching up on myself, I aim to cover every AFC Bournemouth away trip that…
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I’ll never know how or why I ever ended up living in Kent. Even now the idea seems ludicrous, as I worked in West London at the time, and commuted everyday from Dartford in Kent. If that was a nightmare Monday – Friday, it made my weekends more relaxed, if distanced from the normal madness…
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So we were heading to Bristol to play Bristol Rovers, the Pirates away. On an October Tuesday night in the LDV Vans Trophy Cup. The 9th October 2007 to be exact. It was a significant away match for me in many ways… 1. It was my first ever LDV Vans away match. …
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I have to admit that the older I get, the more hazy and faded my memory gets, so I’ll make this report as basic and true as I can remember. It was October 2007 (ignore the date on the photo above – I just thought that photo was a good way to start the report…
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The end had come at Edgar Street and we headed away from the stadium and back to our cars. There was no “Hurrah, a final match victory for Ulster Cherry”. There was no “post match pint for old time’s sake”. There was no “golden dream”. Whatever dreams I had when arriving in Bournemouth in 2003…
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So to the match itself then. The whole point of the day trip in reality, we were after all “only HERE FOR Da football” and to meet a new friend, who goes by the name of Edgar. Edgar is old and worn, but vibrant and welcoming. It’s neither a he or a she, it’s an…
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We parked near the centre of Hereford but in a slightly different area than before. We were looking for a poky old English pub with a pool table. And we found it in The Treacle Mine. They had pool so a few games were in order. Ironically the following Tuesday night I’d be playing again…
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