Dulwich Hamlet 1, VCD Athletic 2
To Transpontine del Curva! …on Saturday afternoon for another dose of Jase Doesn’t Jinx the Dulwich.
‘cos that worked out well, didn’t it?
My rare Champion Hill treats this season haven’t exactly led to good fortune for the Dulwich.
I’m beginning to think that there is a parallel pink ‘n’ blue team that eats up the modern interweb with bloggage and online pics showing happy Hamlet fans whenever I’m not there.
Another personal strong theme for me this season has been all about the social. Sure, I might not have seen the Hamlet play to their best, but I’ve certainly had fun talking about it to chums around the ground.
On Saturday I kept up the tradition dating back to 1995 [gosh] of arriving fashionably late. I was actually on time, but it took ten minutes for the turnstyle queue to go down.
Top Boy Griff is still a Top Man, mind.
Once inside I attempted the usual photo walk. As the obb manifesto dictates: Photograph EVERYTHING.
I failed before I had even managed to make it up towards the players tunnel.
The crowds at Champion Hill this season are simply BONKERS.
A smash and grab photo walk just isn’t possible anymore. The conversations are lovely, but it all means that you miss the action, and the photos.
I settled down in the Tuscany end, just in time to see Dulwich take a first half lead.
And that’s probably all of the detail that you are going to get.
I use to sit up in the stands with Anna, frantically scribbling down every last bit of detail for the pink ‘n’ blue boys.
But that was no fun. That was also probably why we stopped watching Dulwich sometime around 2009.
Which all means that I’ve not got a great deal to blog about.
Tell It Like It Is.
But the Champion Hill experience of 2015 is completely different, yet somehow still the same.
Certainly the sight of 1,200+ plus fans takes some getting use to. But the club has managed to remain a place for South London misfits to come together and celebrate the cause.
I like to think that I fit in rather well.
The second half was taken up with lido conversations, plus a political debate about the failures of Free Schools.
VCD managed to take a 2-1 lead.
We sighed, and then carried on with the conversation.
This wasn’t the finest hour for The Rabble, but credit to the hardcore who kept on singing. Dulwich still seem destined for the play-offs, but the form is falling rather rapidly.
I had a pleasant cycle back to Sunny Stockwell, and even spotted some pink ‘n’ blue scarves along the route.
This is something that is most definitely different compared to back in the day.
We’ve got a *shhh* Essex Away Day coming up in April.