Saturday 27/02/16 – Vanarama National League @ 15:00
Kidderminster Harriers 0 Bromley 1Admission £11, programme £3
Refreshments: cottage pie (see below) £4.50, soup £1.50.
Attendance: 1,539
I have been reading Bill Bryson’s latest book, “The Road to Little Dribbling – More Notes from a Small Island”. For all that it is a good, and sometimes very funny read, he really does come across as a curmudgeonly old whatsit, railing on about British social attitudes and mores, and this can be, at times, a bit of a distraction, nay, an annoyance. Nevertheless, he does make some interesting observations, not least concerning the amount of litter festooning the country, and he’s right to be harsh. My journey by train today takes me through the heart of the Black Country and I have to say that the amount of rubbish alongside the lines and on the embankments, especially around the Smethwick area, should be a source of great embarrassment to the locals. It’s an absolute eyesore. A full clean-up would be hugely time-consuming, very costly, and virtually impossible to achieve. Personally, I think they should stop all the trains for a day, round up the population, supply them with rubbish picks and black plastic bags, and beat them until all the cans, bottles, clothing, paper, cardboard, wood and metal has been removed from the tracks and the undergrowth. Which I suppose makes me sound as big a curmudgeonly old whatsit as Bryson, but there you go.
Today’s match was pre-scheduled on the Ostrich’s master spread-sheet, but I very nearly made a last minute switch to an alternate (Wednesbury RUFC), as my cunning 3-year plan to complete seeing all the teams at Step 1 of the non-league football pyramid has rather come off the rails this season, thanks to unhelpful fixture lists and various cup runs, not to mention the recent demise of virtually all the Midlands clubs in the National League. Kidderminster are still rock-bottom of the table, and are now on their third manager of the season (Dave Hockaday, who you may recall we met back in October at his first home game in charge of the team, was duly sacked on 7th January, have achieved nothing). I don’t really fancy spending 9 Saturdays next season trying to shoehorn myself in and out of the car-park at Solihull Moors, who look like being the only local Step 1 representative for around 50 miles in every direction, so I think I’ll find some other amusement like trying to complete visiting all the grounds in my local Midland League Division 1 (Step 6) – we shall see! And quite honestly, I’ve rather had my fill of Conference soccer (as the National League used to be known), as this was yet another game where it would have been both more entertaining and rewarding staying at home and prodding my nostrils with a chopstick than sitting in the cold watching another less than stellar contest. “Less than stellar contest”, before you accuse me of Bryson-like terminal grumpiness, is actually a direct quote from the Kidderminster Harriers website report of the game ….
But first, today’s lesson covers that culinary creation known as the Award-Winning Kidderminster Pie. Brian and Joan Murdoch have been serving their home-made cottage pies at the Aggborough ground for at least 50 years now, and it is reputed to be the finest footie fayre in the land. It ain’t cheap – each pie costs £4.50 these days
, but it is served in a 2” deep foil container measuring around 6” x 4”. So you get a reasonably sized portion. They also offer sweet ‘n sour pork, lasagne, chicken curry, chilli con carne fillings, and cheese and onion, chicken and mushroom, and steak and kidney pies. And the Famous Aggborough Soup. The Ostrich had, as traditional, the cottage pie, not at its best today, it must be said - possibly spent too long in the hot cabinet. The more cynical might say it had been in the hot cabinet since the end of the last home game a week ago ... Somewhat overdone on top, more potato than meat than I’ve known in the past, and they forgot the hot gravy which I had ordered. But nevertheless, after the meal, the bird perched replete in the top of the main stand, burping happily to itself. The Famous Aggborough Soup, which I imbibed at half-time on a chilly afternoon, was a hearty home-made beef broth with a good quantity of shredded vegetables, and quite palatable.
Brian Murdoch served me my soup today, Joan was prowling around organising the rest of the family on the other side of the kiosk. Here’s a Birmingham Mail article about the Murdochs and their pies from earlier in the season.
http://www.birminghammail.co.uk/sport/f ... s-10265576To the game. Bromley’s direct running posed a threat at times, but Harriers defence was rarely under pressure. Kidderminster had three good attempts at goal, but Bromley keeper Alan Julian pulled off excellent saves. You could count the number of on-target shots on your fingers, without troubling your thumbs. Harriers also had two penalty shouts – the first I thought was 50/50; the referee gave Bromley a free kick. The second, well, my instinctive reaction was that Garnett had stumbled and fallen trying to control the ball under pressure, and it seems the referee thought the Kiddy player had over-run it, so he waved play on, (to the absolute wrath of the faithful Kiddy fans and the home bench); however, the Bromley defender appears to have admitted after the match that it was indeed a penalty. The old truism - when your luck’s down, the decisions rarely go your way.
Bromley’s somewhat unmerited winner on 86m was a classic. Anderson swung a long-range direct free kick into the area. It looked over-hit, like most of the free kicks before it, so everyone – attackers, defenders and keeper chose to ignore it … and it calmly sailed just inside the far post. Dear, oh dear …..
A goal-less draw would at least have been a fairer result. Like today’s pie, not a game to live long in the memory …