“What you leave behind, you don’t miss anyway” – Paul Hewson. Friday 26th September 2003. That’s twenty years ago today. Madness. This was the day when life unknowingly all changed for me. It did for me and it could for you too and you will never expect that. I certainly wasn’t ready for a new…
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With the English Premier League finally due to restart this month, I have been featured on the official AFC Bournemouth website telling my story of following the Cherries. You can read the article here – Ulster Cherry’s AFC Bournemouth story.
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I was once described as a “football nut” and I’m not sure what that entails, but basically I LOVE football. Ever since I saw Norman Whiteside score for Northern Ireland against Algeria in the 1986 World Cup on a black and white TV, I have been a football fan. Firstly I played it – at…
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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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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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