Saturday 5th September 2009
UniBond NPL Premier League
Guiseley 2 Kings Lynn 4
Tea hut purchases: Tea 70p, Steak & Kidney pie (Pukka) £1.50p
Weather: Rain had cleared to leave a cloudy and breezy day.
Parking: Roadside, directly beside the ground on Otley Road.
Yorkshire! Yorkshire! Yorkshire! chanted the over 60's Flat-Cap Army. They'd ransacked the bar, chased the raffle ticket seller and overturned the tea hut. No they hadn't really, it was more like flasks of bovril and warm woolly blankets to keep your knees warm. Still, I always liked that Yorkshire chant and you always seemed to catch a rendition when visiting white rose grounds. The only visible loony impersonator in town today (apart from me) was the deranged Kings Lynn manager Carl Heggs. I say that in the nicest possible way as Carl did come across as a decent sort. His touchline performance during the second half of this entertaining match was a pure rebel ballet of anarchic proportions. He was in and out the dug out like a jack in the box, lambasting officials, players and even members of the Guiseley Flat-Cap Army, he called the little chap in the tweed hat "a muppet"! Yes, one could genuinely make a case that watching Carl go through his repertoire was worth the 7 pounds admission price all on its alone. What got Carl so worked up was that his side had taken a 3-0 lead pretty much against the run of play and during the second half Guiseley were really making a big effort to reverse the balance. The home sides pressure witnessed a disallowed goal and a missed penalty before finally getting the scoreline back to 2-3, Carl was going potty! It all ended soon enough when Kings Lynn broke free of an almost non existent defence to send the small bunch of Norfolk based supporters into ecstasy with goal number 4 in injury time. It had been a fine game and a good visit. Despite the tricky drive around the Bradford ring road, Guiseley seemed a nice enough place, even the earlier rain had packed up for the proceedings.
Another 'plus' for the place was the Pukka Pie shrine just along from the main stand. The bright orange sign acted like a beacon amid the gloom, guiding the 'struggling ship to safe harbour', or in this case, me, Johnny Fatbottom to the tea hut. I sampled a fantastic steak and kidney pie for £1.50p which for a glorious Pukka pie (one of my favourites) was tremendous value for money.