Pre - match: The Daggers began their first season as the league side with a long trip to the Northwest and Stockport County. The choice of travel was Branstons Loco's so an early ko was required. 4 of the fatties started in munchies cafe, with a 9 o'clock meet at Upminster station, and further meet point at Houston Station. After dodging the moody gatherers around Euston Square, seats were found on the 10:45 and lagers were duly opened and dispatched. Worrying, the train gave off a smell that several toilets were out of order and we were not to be disappointed!! As an added bonus, several of the passengers (other than us) found it necessary to bring their own fragrancies to the party!! Young Gobless put all his pre-season work to waste by being smashed from the night before and being unable to touch his Evian. We seemed to have over clubbed on Stella so a "stashing" job had to be completed on arrival at Stockport. The Armoury was the pub of choice to watch the traditionally drab curtain raiser to the premiershit season, and after more lager, we moved of to Edgeley Park in search of pies and sunshine. Attendees: Opening day members were Middle, Count (in ghost form) Dog, Zedders the bee, Winks, Bobby Broons, Aaron no sleep, Yoooffff, Stew and honary UD Shaun. Crowd: Over 5000 with the Daggers officially notching at 381, about par for the course. County have to compete with their larger Manchester neighbours for numbers but those there were obviously over the moon grabbing the points late on. Most fans congregated in the large stand behind the goal. Game: Daggers knew they would be in for a rough ride against a side that just missed out on the play-offs last season. The boys took some time to find their feet, indeed they appeared to out-muscled in the early exchanges which dosent happen often. County had the better chances throughout the game and against a lesser keeper than the great Robbo would have scored more. It looked like would hold on for a draw but alas Stockport nicked it late on. Certainly not outclassed but there are a few things to work on. Post game: On the final whistle it was a quickly back to the Stella dump to retrieve the lagers for Stew and Yooofff. Amazingly they were still there and not roasting hot!! Then it was onto Bargain Andy Booths to pick up some bitchpiss for the ladeezzzzz. Stockport town centre didnt appear too cheery but the locals were friendly enough. Once stocked, it was the short walk back to the station for 3 hours of limited toilet fun. Shaun was the first to succomb to the perils of the demon drink by trying to slide into deep sleep. Middle and the bumble bee kept Broons entertained by constantly gaying him off and Count somehow began to spring to life, 8 hours late!! Yooff kept his Darryl Clares free from lager splashback. Back at Euston we somehow lost Winkle in the melee before being able to move on back to the hood. Open lagers confiscated at Fennie Street added to the disappointment of BK being shut, so it was Whistlestop for munchies. After that, it was back over the club to see if we could add to the lager count. Easily done... |
