But none of this would have been possible if good old Els didn't drive us down there, in what was a difficult journey. This was partly because we didnt have a fucking clue where we were going (thanks to some cracking directions from Ed) and also due to maxfield needing a piss for most of the journey and reminding usevery 10 seconds about it.
For this reason alone Els is quite clearly casual of the month.
N.B. A special thanks to the old couple in Ringwood who pointed us in the right direction.
There was a much larger than expected turnout down at the clubhouse for a "quick" pre-match drink, including debut casual apprearances from bennett and the second of the magic Johnstone brothers Mark. The kingstonian fans brought quite a large following given theirrelatively rich history (however as the casuals continually pointed out, they're not famous anymore.)
At the beggining of the game there was the usual banter and singing from both the casual and the kingstonian end. Maxfield, however was not content to verbally abuse the opposition; in true casual style he embarked on a one man mission to go boldly where no casual has gone before.
"After hurling a torrent of abuse at the K's keeper, I noticed Maxfield walking towards the opposite end...what the fuck was he doing ?" recalled Ed, as he reflected on the incident.
No-one quite knows (even Maxfield himself was too drunk to remember.) After a while he returned announcing he'd called the Kingstonian fans a bunch of dirty northan bastards (not geographically accurate but you've got to hand it to him, the intent was there.) Maxfields reign of terror didn't stop there, he then oraganised a 10 strong firm to have more words with the Kingstonian crew, this resulted in Maxfield nearly getting beats twice and both clubs chairmen rushing out from the stand to prevent a 30 man ruck.
Some may describe his actions as that of a drunkard fool, but we all know it was fnocking ledge.