Page 7 - All at Sea Fanzine Issue 68

February 2018
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close marking of Fiorentina, only to be denied by Bandoni.
The only goal of the game was scored after 20 minutes. Brazilian Amarildo Tavares Silveira played a slide rule pass to that man Mariani, who ri ed past Lloyd after avoiding a couple of Southend tackles.
In the second half Blues brought on Roy Pack and Peter Taylor in place of Dave Chambers and Peter Hunt. Pack had a good game, but ultimately, Rowley didn’t sign him. Keith Lindsey played further forward,but was carried o injured in the middle of the half, being replaced by John Kurila,but having recovered, the two players swapped again! Blues best chance fell to Gary Moore, who shot just over the bar. For Fiorentina, Chiarugi produced a couple of excellent shots, which Lloyd did well to turn round the post.
Southend weren’t able to breach the Viola defence, but in a game of contrasting styles, certainly didn’t disgrace themselves against such illustrious opposition. A friendly
it may have been,but it was at times bitingly brilliant, one of the best games of the season, de nitely a match to talk about the next day in the school playground.
And, in the words of Paul Simon, I’m Still Crazy After All These Years!!
Southend United: Brian Lloyd, Keith Lindsey (John Kurila), Owen Simpson, Phil Chisnall, Dave Barnett, Mike Beesley, Peter Hunt (Peter Taylor), Billy Best, Bill Garner, Gary Moore, Dave Chambers (Roy Pack).
NB: John Barber was listed at no 7 in the programme, and goalkeeper Trevor Roberts among the substitutes.
Joe Jacques (cartilage) and Alex Smith (ear) were both recovering from operations, and Tony Bentley wasn’t match t.
Loanees Maurice Kyle and Pat Wright had returned to their parent clubs (Oxford and Derby respectively).
Steve Webb
Nsame shit, different year
EW YEAR’S DAY is generally a also enforced due to Greater Anglia failing
tough gig all round. So often it
is the day after the night before, and on the cusp of traditional doom and gloom, and for some people the prospect of heading back to work hours later after possibly two weeks of eating and drinking like calories will give you life extension is quite a lot to bare.
Well at least us hardy football souls often have a game to go to to take our minds o it, often seeping out that extra day’s drinking in the process, with zero shame, while the rest of the nation wallow in their hungover calori c pitifulness.
For me this year, New Year’s Day represented the day before my two-week cut o point to the due date of my second child. With no alcohol to pass my lips from 2nd January, and no real idea as to when I may get to my next game as result, a begrudgingly beery away day at Wimbledon was absolutely on the cards – courtesy of a door-to-door lift which not only appeased the missus but was
to turn over a new leaf and being as equally useless in 2018 as they have been in 2017.
So there we were, in admittedly a fantastic pre-match boozer tucked away in the middle class residential streets of Kingston (The Willoughby Arms, for next time), drinking at midday on a Monday and watching football on the telly like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Yes, there was more than a whi of a hangover in the air, but such is my inability to get to away games in these current times, I was just happy to be there. This was tempered in the pub by some scaremongering rumours that Ryan Leonard had already signed for Millwall (“Have you ‘erd abaat Lenny? Gone. Millwall”). ‘Don’t believe everything you hear in the pub’, I mentally noted down as one of my rst life lessons to my soon-to-be-born child.
We made our way into the ground to almost immediately discover that the said rumour was indeed absolute tosh, and Lenny was in the starting line up. A line up that was starting to have more than a ‘drawing lots’ feel to it. ‘Out of sorts’ is not only a description