Uxbridge 1 Heybridge Swifts 3

16sep08
FA Cup 1st Qualifying Round replay
Honeycroft, West Drayton
att. 105

I am constantly awed by some people’s recall when it comes to football. I expect you know at least one person like this: someone who can remember results and attendances going back decades, and greets refs as they trot on with the phrase “oh, it’s him again”, not because of recent controversy, but because they slipped on a divot whilst handling our home game against Chippenham five years ago, or something.

Also to be admired are those who know exactly which opposition players they’ve seen, been impressed by and would love us to sign. Give me a line up of blokes who enjoy The Sun, Adam Sandler movies and the music of Jay-Z and I wouldn’t be able to pick the footballer out of it. Having a line up of chaps who fit the Shoot!-questionnaire-answers stereotype (the 80’s version of this article would reference Only Fools and Horses and Luther Vandross) would flummox me from the get-go but I know some who would go “step forward number 5, you played against us at left-back for Grays” straight away and be able to list all their former clubs, their place of birth, even their pass-completion ratios.

It wouldn’t be so frustrating if my memory was lax on all matters. For instance, I realised the other day that I remember more than I’d like about things Paul Daniels has been responsible for.

Wizbit.

Every Second Counts.

Martin Daniels.

Frankly, that’s three things too many.

However it’s not as though I always register a complete blank. Occasionally at a game I’ll look at a player or manager and have the dimmest of eco-friendly lightbulbs haze slowly into life over my head. Usually I’ll squint at them for a while before eventually coming to the conclusion that I’ve seen them before, somewhere. Can’t beat that for pinpoint remembrance.

And so it was, here at Uxbridge, as I stood behind the home-side’s dug-out looking at their assistant manager like I was trying to read small print written on the sun. It might have been easier if I’d just looked at the programme and read the name ‘Scott Tarr’ first as that would have confirmed his familiarity. Even so, I still had to check afterwards to recall exactly where our paths had crossed. Two and a half years ago at Maidenhead, as it happens. He was a heavy-set keeper, and I was part of a crowd ready to trade gags.

As that report suggests, he was in a cheerful mood that day, taking our banter regarding his body erring towards the portly in good part and generally having a pleasant time with us. Probably helped that his team gave us a sound beating that day too, but it always adds to the occasion, win or lose, when a keeper is willing to have a bit of fun. Perhaps management adds more weight to the shoulders (moving off the pitch has not exactly helped Scott shift it from other areas for a start) but he certainly seems a lot less personable in a technical, rather than a six-yard, area.

Pretty much every sentence ended with “you nugget” or a word that rhymes with shunt, although I did find the phrase “get your head up and get at these people” as remarkably quaint, particularly being amongst more abrasive surroundings. Uxbridge’s head honcho Tony Choules was similarly keen to get into some swearing, even if the sentences didn’t always quite work in the manner he would have liked; “get your body in there and stick it f***in’ up, I’m 50 f***in’ stone and I can still stick it up” the finest example.

The distractions were necessary to enliven a dull first half where nothing much happened, except the start of some festering indignation in the Uxbridge dug-out towards the referee’s decision-making. A 0-0 scoreline was in keeping with the form both sides had shown thus far in the season, neither able to claim a league win, Uxbridge being second to bottom in the Southern League South & West Division, with Heybridge rooted to the basement, albeit a level higher, in the Isthmian Premier.

The second half began in much the same manner before a twenty minute period when it all went off. First Heybridge Swifts, largely against the run of play, scored a fortunate opener when Craig Hudgel’s cross deflected in off defender Ryan Wharton’s arse. However Uxbridge fought straight back, scoring an equaliser within two minutes; the full-bellied Wayne Carter put his foot behind a cross that was headed down by Lee Tunnell and, whilst prostrate, Kevin Warner poked home from close-range after a melee.

Not long after, Frazer Toms’ poorly judged tackle got some heat going, with yellow cards being shown to three players. With the game’s intensity now jogged up several notches, Heybridge took the lead once more on 71 minutes through another own goal. Keeper Paul McCarthy saved an incoming shot but Dave Lawrence following up could do nothing but put the ball in the net despite staring into a chasm.

Two minutes later Heybridge sealed the game with a third, Hudgel got hold of a desperately poor pass out of defence by Ian Dickens and fired beneath McCarthy to finally get the away support singing; four fellas giving it some “when the Swifts go marching in” to break the quiet for the first time since kick-off. That said, there was still plenty of noise coming from the Uxbridge bench, at least until the young linesman finally got fed up with the box-headed Choules drilling some scarey-eyed threats like “don’t you tell me what to do” into the back of his passing skull.

The ref, after a quick chat, sent Choules to the stands, but not before he could get involved in an argument with an ageing groundhopper in a CAMRA windcheater who had said “about time too ref” upon the dismissal. Prior to this, the man had been responding to every comment on the officials from the bench by loudly murmuring “if only the players were as good as the refs”, “they do a good job” and “well, football managers aren’t as intelligent as chaps like us” to those around him.

Once Choules had steamed off, Scott Tarr took over responsibility for not only coaching, but also for arguing with spectators, aiming the following lines at our pro-ref friend: “you’re the big man now aintcha, after a man’s been sent off”; “Why don’t you go home and have a sip on your cocoa granddad”; and “I’m gonna come over there and punch you on the button.”

With his attention stolen by an old man’s ‘button’ it is perhaps no surprise that Uxbridge offered little beyond this point and so Heybridge could relatively stroll their way to the 90th minute. The Swifts went on to face Wroxham of the Eastern Counties League in the next round bringing to an end a line of ‘bridges’ -Redbridge succumbing to Uxbridge and then they to Heybridge. Wroxham has a new semi-circular road-bridge apparently but it might be stretching it a bit to shoe-horn that into this theme, it already being quite dull.

Road to Wembley
F: Everton 1 Chelsea 2 (att. 89,931)
SF: Arsenal 1 Chelsea 2 (att. 88,103)
6R: Coventry City 0 Chelsea 2 (att. 31,407)
5Rr: Coventry City 1 Blackburn Rovers 0 (att. 22,793)
5R: Blackburn Rovers 2 Coventry City 2 (att. 15,053)
4R: Torquay United 0 Coventry City 1 (att. 6,018)
3R: Coventry City 2 Kidderminster Harriers 0 (att. 13,652)
2R: Kidderminster Harriers 2 Curzon Ashton 0 (att. 2,070)
1R: Kidderminster Harriers 1 Cambridge United 0 (att. 1,717)
4QR: Kings Lynn 1 Kidderminster Harriers 5 (att. 1,460)
3QR: Wroxham 0 Kings Lynn 2 (att. 1,022)
2QR: Wroxham 2 Heybridge Swifts 1 (att. 223)
1QRr: Uxbridge 1 Heybridge Swifts 3
1QR: Heybridge Swifts 1 Uxbridge 1 (att. 145)
PR: Redbridge 1 Uxbridge 3 (att. 91)

Links
Uxbridge website
Heybridge Swifts website

Montrose 1 Annan Athletic 1

23aug08
Scottish League Division Three
Links Park, Montrose
att. 427

Another August, another Edinburgh Festival, an opportunity to see many a comedic or theatrical show, but also an chance to run past those peddling the variant skills of the ‘street performer’. Fire eaters, escapologists and magicians show off their skills on the Royal Mile and, occasionally, there are those keen to show off their dexterity at standing still whilst covered in silver body paint and a tuxedo. I am statue, hear me… [sentence trails off as the performer adopts a steady, but rakish, pose whilst stood on a crate.]

You’ll not see these fellas in Montrose of course, as this part of Scotland is regarded as the statue capital of the Angus region, so they’ve got plenty of the real thing for pigeons and gulls to settle upon and befoul. Montrose’s long High Street is home to several of them. At the southern end is James Graham, the 1st Marquis of Montrose, stood with his sword pointing at an awkward angle into the ground suggesting he’s picking up bits of stray litter with its spike, his left arm crooked at the elbow like a teapot and his hair fashioned to look as matted as dreadlocks on a tramp.

Further along is Robert Peel, marking the position of the Burgh Tollbooth, managing to look manly whilst appearing to clutch a swiss roll. It may well be a spooled collection of important papers in actuality, but I prefer the idea that Sir Bob kept a tight grip on his cake. Next is one of many by local sculptor William Lamb, this work entitled ‘Bill the Smith’, a chap who is captured looking into the middle distance, as though his eyes are mournfully following a too rapidly shut train door disappear towards the horizon trailing half of his cardigan. Then there is Joseph Hume who appears to either be pressing a defiant finger down on some Parliamentary papers, or trying to get the ‘volume up’ button on his TV remote to work.

With these and the view of the Montrose Basin from the station platform, this east coast town is a whole lot tidier and quainter than you might expect (if, like me, you are a man of prejudice). The name ‘Montrose’ apparently comes from ‘Mouth Hrossay’ due to its location at the outlets of the River Esk near Rossie Island, which is the Norse for horse island. Thus, reading between the lines, everything I write in this piece comes literally, to an extent, from the horse’s mouth.

However, when I first picked this match out as my chosen one for this holiday jaunt, whilst the Montrose side of things was fixed, the opposition were not. In the fixtures press release, this game was listed as Montrose vs Club X, suggesting Super Mo would be lining up against three exotic dancers, seven Nuts-reading misogynists and a mac-wearing pensioner with yesterday’s crumbs in his stubble. However, after the Scottish League’s hooded cabal undertook their summer vote, Club X’s slags and masturbators XI were duly replaced by Annan Athletic.

Prior to this game, Annan were enjoying a successful relationship with Scottish League football that mirrored that twixt rat and drainpipe. However, despite being their ticket in to the senior game, Gretna’s demise hangs over their potential like a cackling spectre. If Annan do continue their beginner’s luck, you would imagine it won’t come as a result of a Brewster’s Millions style gush. That said there is one clear connection between the two clubs in the form of Derek Townsley who played for Gretna not only in the Scottish Cup Final and Premier League, but also back in their south-of-the-border-down-Northern-Premier-League-way days, and is now turning out just along the A75.

Their support are already clearly excited about making the step up, bringing quite a few across from the western border country, some of them with flags, others with ladies wedding hats they seem rather over keen to sport. This brash optimism is rather at odds with Montrose’s choice of PA music – some esoteric guitar and synth pop filtering through, it's melancholia indicative of some admirably catholic tastes up in the box, but also perhaps a sense of world-wearied pessimism as to the nature of the season they are expecting.

Scottish refs may well feel just as resigned, given the Scottish League still insist on making them look as ridiculous as possible, their all-over neon yellow ensemble not exactly a winner in terms of sartorial élan. A good ref is one that doesn’t draw attention to himself, but that becomes difficult when you’re kitted out like a giant highlighter pen.

During the opening exchanges, as Annan fans adjusted their flags whilst clinging on to the tall wire fence, Montrose fans crying out “they’re trying to get out already!” and “turn it on!”, the away side were looking much the stronger, much to the chagrin of the Gable Enders. “Go on you English cooonts” came the bellow, the last syllable being elongated for effect to the point where it was still ongoing as Mike Jack’s free-kick pinged back off the Montrose crossbar.

This inspired Montrose to get amongst the game a little more and subsequently both Steven Doris and Hugh Davidson fashioned chances, before eventually they went ahead in the 27th minute, Scott Anson running behind defender Stuart Hill and dropping a shot from 15 yards out over keeper Craig Summersgill and into the far corner. Gorgeous.

Despite Darren Johnstone’s shot that was easily palmed away by keeper, and MI5 secret agent, A Trialist, Montrose were looking quite comfortable. They might have gone into the break even greater to the good but after the linesman spotted some shirt-pulling in the area, John Baird squandered his spot-kick, watching it crash back off the upright and away from danger [see pic above].

In the second period, the home side began once more on the front foot, causing Annan all sorts of trouble down the flanks, a cross into the mix getting stuck between Doris, Anson and a couple of Annan defenders. However it soon became clear that Montrose are a side quick to crumble. Annan sensibly and calmly kept the ball amongst themselves for long periods which induced a false panic amongst the home side. Annan gaffer Harry Cairney exploited this in the 71st minute by bringing on the fresh legs of Ryan Adamson and Graeme Bell. Within two minutes the former had crossed for the latter to head the equaliser.

Frustrated by this and their side’s inability to kill off a game, the Montrose fans became quite grizzly, while Hugh Davison was red carded with ten minutes to go for lashing out at Johnstone with an elbow. After this both sides went close through Baird and Bell respectively but the score ultimately remained the same. On the final whistle the Montrose fans let out a discontented boo. The Annan supporters, on the other hand, celebrated remaining unbeaten by singing long after the rest of the ground had cleared.

Links
Montrose website
Annan Athletic website

Chelmsford City 1 Havant & Waterlooville 2

13sep08
Conference South
Chelmsford Sport & Athletics Centre, Chelmsford
att. 1,104

I am going to have to be more careful about what I write on here. Following my opening paragraph from our opening game at St Albans, which made mention of maestro Malc’s grandmaster guff, Malc has seemed to take this as some kind of tribute. Prior to kick-off at Chelmsford he made the suggestion that my recent regular attendance has been due mainly to my nasal enjoyment of his regular, cloudy gifts. While I might play along with this in person, I think I should make my position clear before my reputation gets a coprophilic monkey on its back.

My upturn in attendance of Hawk fixtures has, I like to think, more to do with the fact I no longer live 300 miles away from West Leigh Park (74 miles is much more manageable), rather than any deviant, perverted interest in sampling the noxious gasses that our Malc regularly squeezes from his fundament. There would be no tears before my bedtime if he was to push a cork up his hoop, let me tell you. Still, you’ll not find more committed a Hawk than our Malc, so we forgive him his trespasses.

Well, windypops aside, a lot has happened since that St Albans game, as those who also read Bin Man 87 will know but, it’s fair to say, that we didn’t start well. However we’ve picked up recently and following this game we’re unbeaten in seven, having won four away games on the trot. In previous seasons our home form has been the rock of our successes, our away form having been pretty woeful. However, what was Fortress West Leigh is now Fortress Everywhere Else.

We’ve been to Newport County and won 2-0, triumphed 3-2 at Thurrock and 2-1 at Maidenhead. The latter, however, was in the Setanta Shield; essentially the Conference League Cup, except this is a prize you can’t drink champagne out of. However you could use it as a platter to carry several flute glasses which you could then fill with bubbly for a more formal black-tie, rather than shirtless in the dressing room, celebration, and given the value which fans ascribe to this tournament, the winners turning it into a tray might well happen. However the prize money is relatively good thanks to Mr O’Telly’s involvement so club boards are quite keen on progress in it, thus we’ll take that on to our second round meeting with, deepest joy, Eastleigh.

However our main goal this year, particularly after doing the Cup business last year, is promotion and after stumbling over the first hurdles we’ve since been putting a run together that suggests we can indeed be thought of as contenders. Many had had us as favourites, and those who didn’t probably fancied Chelmsford. In fact it is two of Chelmsford’s fellow promotees, AFC Wimbledon and Team Bath, who’ve been scoring like they’ve got a box of 50-Clubcard-points-with-every-goal-scored vouchers that are due to expire at the end of September, that have led the way, along with Hayes and Yeading who’ve been going about their business largely out of the spotlight.

Yet, prior to this game, Chelmsford were also unbeaten and thus sticking around near the summit. As such this game would be the real test of how much the Hawk squad had come together. In a way, this gelling process has been helped by the injury to Guy Butters. As soon as we signed a player of his calibre we were, to some extent, forced to play him, as I’m sure he’s not in it for buttons, and thus expensive to have sat on the bench.

However in Ian Simpemba and Gary Elphick we had a central defensive combo that already looked a potentially brilliant duo, neither of whom was particularly easy to drop. As a result, we were kind of forced into experimenting with a 3-5-2 formation to fit everyone in. Since Butters’ injury, we’ve looked much more in control, and that’s no disrespect to him, as being back to 4-4-2 has meant everyone now appears to know what they’re there for.

Although our defenders clearly believe the goal-scoring is now down to them, what with Gary Elphick scoring at Fisher, Maidenhead and adding a third to open the scoring here. At this rate he’ll be our first centre-half to hit double figures since Liam Daish nabbed ten, seven seasons ago. As it happens this latest Elphick effort was very Daish-like, being a classic defender’s steaming header, majestically meeting a corner with the full force of his forehead, leaving the outcome in no doubt as soon as his feet left the ground.

Yet for all our good work, Chelmsford looked a good side and kept us on our toes, particularly Kevin Scriven who was forced to make a tremendous diving save on the stroke of half-time that preserved our lead through the break. So far so good.

Over the years we’ve had a pretty good record against the Clarets but things have certainly changed for them since I last saw us play them away at their temporary accommodation at Billericay Town. Since returning to the city (at lot of people try to irritate their support by reminding them that they’re not really a city due to the lack of a royal charter, not me though, instead I’ve decided to call them Tickle-Me-Chelmo), the crowds have flocked back, a thousand coming through the gates each week. It might be an athletics stadium, but at least they go to the effort of putting some mobile terracing up behind each goal. In fact it’s only a shame they couldn’t get some rotating-restaurant gears going underneath the track to save us moving at half-time. I quite like the idea of spinning around the outside of the pitch like new contestants coming onto the Blankety Blank set.

As was to be expected, the home side started the second half brightly looking to pull back the deficit and they eventually did so, a free-kick dropping into the box, allowing Andy Duncan to smash it past Kevin Scriven. What made this all the more galling was that this came barely a minute after Craig Watkins had had a goal chalked off for offside [see below].

Kevin Scriven had to be at his best again to prevent a Tickle-Me second, Jeff Minton getting his full power behind a shot but Scrivs had committed himself, throwing a kung-fu shape, spearing his right foot like Eric Cantona into a pair of boorish Crystal Palace moobs and blocking superbly. However we absorbed the pressure and pushed forward with some of our own. This was rewarded in the 68th minute when Craig Watkins received the ball on the edge of the box, jinked and dogged his way through the defensive blockade and hit a shot that flicked off a Chelmsford boot, beating keeper Danny Gay at the near post.

Ten minutes later, for something like the sixth game this season, an opposition player found themselves looking up at a red card; on this occasion Jason Hallett for an elbow thrown in the direction of Jay Gasson. The home side still kept coming but two-one it remained and, for all Chelmsford’s decent stuff, no less than we deserved in a good quality game of football played with the correct kind of ebb-and-flow tension. Perhaps this will stand as the statement of intent that we hoped we’d see a bit earlier, but given that it’s only mid September and we are nicely positioned as a stalking horse in 7th, hopefully this is a head of steam that will keep on building.

Links
Chelmsford City website
Havant & Waterlooville website

Kingsbury London Tigers 1 Eton Manor 0

17aug08
FA Cup Extra Preliminary Round
Silver Jubilee Park, Kingsbury
att. 108

As suggested in the Kentish Town piece published a fortnight ago, this years Extra Preliminary Round gambit follows a theme of Roads near Wembley (on the Road to Wembley). Indeed, Kingsbury is so near the national stadium that the two geezers singing underneath the covered terrace at Silver Jubilee Park were able to add a second verse to the standard issue “We’re the famous Kingsbury Tigers…” FA Cup chant. “We’ll get the 83 and we’ll be off to Wem-ber-lee” they told us, although by taking their team’s name out of the tune, they may well just have been referencing their plan to hit the Primark on the High Road after the game.

Whatever their nuance, logic dictates that any club entering at the Extra Preliminary Round, in fact anyone entering before the Third Round proper really, are fairly likely to not make the final. At this stage of course, it’s all about the prize money; about seeing how much of the FA’s honk you can jam into the club wallet. For clubs like Kingsbury and Eton Manor, plying their trade in the Spartan South Midlands and Essex Senior Leagues respectively, this round’s relatively modest spoils of £750 to the victor, will still go a long way.

Certainly, the FA Cup offers an opportunity to put a team on the map. This would suit Eton Manor more than most given they’ve lived a fairly nomadic existence in recent times, being based at Leyton Pennant, Barkingside, Tilbury and Waltham Abbey in the last eight years alone. Kingsbury, with their average attendance of 24 last season, would also want to make in-roads into the community. They though would appear to have several populations whom they could, theoretically, dazzle.

When people talk about clubs with an ampersand, like Dagenham & Redbridge, they sometimes make the joke about having to play two teams. Kingsbury London Tigers may not have an ampersand but still appear to be two clubs co-existing under one umbrella name. Kingsbury Town, formed in 1919 as a club for demobbed ex-serviceman drinking out of the nearby Plough boozer, merged two years ago with London Tigers, a progressive Bangaldeshi-community youth and sports charity organisation based in the City of Westminster, but with projects ongoing across Camden, Brent, Ealing, Harrow and Tower Hamlets.

As mergers go, it appears a little clunky. The club tracksuits and team shirts which read “London Tigers” and the PA announcer who absent-mindedly refers to “Kingsbury Town” every now and then suggest an identity crisis that could spread like tree-roots under freshly-laid pavement. If splinters do start to appear, you could well see them following in the footsteps of Walthamstow Avenue & Pennant and de-merging but, for now, it seems to work well enough for them. However, that there was an application to revert the combined club’s name back to a simple ‘London Tigers’ last summer, an application turned down by the FA, suggests that those pulling the strings at Townsend Lane really ain’t that bothered about Kingsbury Town’s history of heavy drinking, ‘during the war’ style anecdotage and occasional football.

Yet, for all this talk of potential disquiet, having six people singing a call and response “Everywhere we go-oh…” chant at this level means connections are being made, and those that join in do so in a second half dominated by their side. It hadn’t been so straight forward for them in the first period, Manor looking the much quicker, slicker and relaxed, this despite Loukman Beckley getting a tap of a toe-end bouncing off his ball-bag within five seconds of kick-off. Jakovo Odasi-Ukueku managed to trouble convex Kingsbury keeper Randos Nunes a couple of times, on one occasion getting locked into his beefy arms like two heavyweights having a mid-bout cuddle. Ultimately though, Manor had little to offer in front of goal.

As time went on, and two-fella chants of “Tiger Feet” and “Pride of North London” rang out, Kingsbury grew in stature, with Tarik Ellekhlifi going close with a header. Not long before half-time, Edson Cata spun like a copter blade, back-hand slapping the ball with enough force to send it through keeper Steve Lambert’s hands, hit the inside of the post and spin across the line. However referee Luis Pinto Nunes was quick to blow up for the God-hand gambit.

Kingsbury eventually took a lead five minutes after half time, Henry Emenike firing across goal, a cross that evaded many a leg but not Cata at the back post who easily turned the ball in. The excitable Randos Nunes quickly proceeded to jumping up and down like he’d just made a foolhardy two-footed leap into an unchecked, red hot bath. Perhaps it was this general excitability that meant virtually all of his throw-outs went over the byline, to the opposition or, on one occasion, straight into the home dugout without bouncing; anywhere but a Kingsbury body part. That’s said, he did appear keen on working in some relaxation time, a copy of the matchday programme laying in the back of his net throughout the second half.

He didn’t have time to flick through it after the goal though as Manor stormed straight up to his penalty area, Farid Jesus crumpling under a challenge beneath a rather unimpressed looking ref. From this point on, Kingsbury had the game sewn up, Sirak Beyene and Joel Pardal both having a couple of chances to bury the away side.

In the final minute, a genuine shock came: Nunes got a throw to go where he wanted it to. Not just any old throw either, he launched one like a ‘roided discus powerhouse that sailed over 19 heads and right at Beyene’s feet. However Beyene took the ball to too acute an angle and Manor keeper Steve Lambert was able to save at his feet.

In their last role of the dice, Manor substitute Alinari Mounter unleashed a cross-cum-shot that clipped the bar before going over. “You’ll never beat the Nunes” came the song, not long before a final whistle that meant Kingsbury London Tigers had a first ever FA Cup win under not only their belts but also their keeper’s elasticated waistband. They went on to face last year’s Essex Senior League champions Concord Rangers away on Canvey Island where, sadly, their dream fizzled out fairly quickly, losing 2-0.

Road from a road near Wembley. To Wembley
F: Everton 1 Chelsea 2 (att. 89,931)
SF: Arsenal 1 Chelsea 2 (att. 88,103)
6R: Coventry City 0 Chelsea 2 (att. 31,407)
5Rr: Coventry City 1 Blackburn Rovers 0 (att. 22,793)
5R: Blackburn Rovers 2 Coventry City 2 (att. 15,053)
4R: Torquay United 0 Coventry City 1 (att. 6,018)
3R: Coventry City 2 Kidderminster Harriers 0 (att. 13,652)
2R: Kidderminster Harriers 2 Curzon Ashton 0 (att. 2,070)
1R: Curzon Ashton 3 Exeter City 2 (att. 1,259)
4QRr: Curzon Ashton 1 Hinckley United 1 [3-2 pens] (att. 519)
4QR: Hinckley United 1 Curzon Ashton 1 (att. 555)
3QR: Hitchin Town 1 Hinckley United 2 (att. 503)
2QRr: Stanway Rovers 0 Hitchin Town 2 (att. 154)
2QR: Hitchin Town 0 Stanway Rovers 0 (att. 293)
1QR: Hitchin Town 5 Concord Rangers 0 (att. 225)
PR: Concord Rangers 2 Kingsbury London Tigers 0 (att. 128)
EPR: Kingsbury London Tigers 1 Eton Manor 0

Links
Kingsbury London Tigers website
Eton Manor website