This
weekend the PRATS travel just an hour away to Stratford Upon Avon, our
penultimate away game. We are without Pharp who is once again on holiday, this
time on the piste in Austria. Not much snow about apparently, which isn’t
surprising considering all the warm vapours drifting about. No! that is not an
Alpine horn, it’s Pharp. Hopefully, he has honed his technique of the local, silent
‘Tyrollean Trembler’ thus minimising the risk of avalanches.
It was Wednesday morning this week when news
reached the Bard’s province of this sceptered isle; Kettering Town FC had won
the Hillier Senior Cup. The shock waves rippled up the river, like it’s very
own Avon Bore, homes, shops, pubs and restaurants all shook violenty. In the
Sushi bar, Japanese tourist, Igota Ichinaka struggled to control the sea
cucumber wriggling between his chopsticks. He proclaimed “I feers rike hom I
dowtow Yokohama”. Australian Shakespearian drama student Nick Bottom, equally
aghast uttered forth “Struth, for this wretched earth duth shudder, likened
only to this demonic mob of tyrant mother roos, bounding forth upon Billabong
Boulevard in furthest Wollagong, cobber”. Igota asked Nick why such a caramatus
event should occur in Bill’s backyard, a place of serenity, peace and heavenly
tranquillity. Nick unleashed a reverberating Sir Toby Belch, before once more unto
his breach did he scratchethed, and replied. “Crikes, haven’t you heard, it’s
all over the news, Kettering Town won a cup”. Igota fell off his stool and
rubbed his head in wonderment, “broody herr, must be clap opposition”. Nick informed
Igota that it was in fact the puny sporran wielding Corby infidels whom the
‘Poppies’ had pummelled into the blood drenched earth of Sixfields. “Ah” Igota
bursting with excitement, “I know this Corby, rook at me trouwers, vewy ni crease
yeh”?
So
where to sup a couple of ales, as usual the micropub Stratford Alehouse has to be a favourite, we’ve been here a few
times on our travels. However, maybe a jar before we get into town so perhaps
we could nip into Hampton Lucy and pop into The Boars
Head, always serve a decent range of local brews. There are of course loads
of pubs in the area, so plenty to choose from. Close to the ground The Crown Inn
at Tiddington is worth a visit, usually 4 ales on tap and is just a 10-minute
walk, no more than half a mile.
So,
onto the footy, we’ve been here twice and lost both times, once on the dreaded
penalty shoot-out. Add the pasting we received at home this season, then we owe
the ‘Town’ one.
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