Dulwich Hamlet 2, Lewes 1

To Transpontine del Curva!

…on Saturday afternoon.

Bloody early as well.

I don’t think that I have made it inside Champion Hill before kick off since, oooh, 1996?

It was all a new experience for me.

Do bloody Nu Labour clones hand out pro EU leaflets outside the ground at every match?

It was enough to send some poor sods into an alcoholic haze. Yoof outside the ground gracefully necked four cans of Carlsberg.

Or maybe this was something to do with the bag search?

Maybe there should be a Rabble referendum on whether the BOOZE ban remains.

Inside the ground and there was an end of term atmosphere - how else to explain the absolutely RIDICULOUS shorts being warn by the top man Dooley?

@darryl1974 also showed me his leg up in the disabled area. Disco Darryl’s best dancing foot is currently out of action, wrapped up in a plaster cast.

Ouch.

I had volunteered to be the carer for the Plaster Cast Kid for the first half. But those random Dulwich photos shoots won’t snap away on their own.

I confess to becoming incredibly confused over the current Rabble etiquette.

Toilet’s Opposite, or back behind Tuscany?

Or maybe it was just that the ACE crowd of 2,467 meant a parting of the waves for The Rabble hardcore.

We’re Toilets, we’re Toilets, we’re Toilets Champion Hill, etc.

I pressed on with the photo walk.

On the pitch and Lewes pressed on for the first 15 minutes or so.

The Dulwich needed four points from their final two games to guarantee a play-off position.

You wouldn’t want to go dangling your big pink ‘n’ blue fishing rod out in the wilds of Needham Market next weekend, reliant on landing a WHOPPER on the other end.

I confess to getting a little carried away with all of the high drama. I only went about bought a 50/50 ticket.

The remainder of the game was spent biting nails, and an impromptu Brixton Buzz editorial meeting behind the goal.

These are about as coherent as some of the copy that we bash out.

But with one half of Buzz already dozing after a morning of excursion, and the other half having not gone to bed from the night before, we were hardly going resemble The Graun’s morning conference call.

Dulwich went 1-0 up, then 2-0.

The drizzle came down, and never really went away.

Lewes scored an unlikely goal with ten minutes remaining.

Needham Market was starting to look a little awkward.

But Dulwich seem to have found their form at the right moment. The final ten minutes were basically a piss take with the passing game.

I experienced a very warm inner fuzzy moment as I surveyed my Transpontine surrounds.

I was dying for a piss.

Dulwich held on, and Disco Darryl was almost dancing in the disabled area.

I Believe in Miracles.