Spain Park, Highland League. 19/2/25
Banks o’ Dee Football Club
Founded – 1902
Nickname – The Dee, The Rechabites
I am quick to champion the Highland League as the best league on earth. Something I firmly believe. But even the best things in life throw up a haddie now and then. Seeing a wee dog walking on the bar in the Brig o’ Dee while having a pre-matcher was genuinely the highlight of tonight. As I was sitting in the juicer being subjected to a double helping of 90’s Britpop dirge Republica from the jukebox, I was looking forward to firstly what I thought would be a decent game of football down the road, this and also getting the said dirge out of my lugs. Trust me when I say,”Drop Dead Gorgeous ” was in fact the better option as the fare served up at Spain Park was dire. The hour long Eastenders which was on would most likely have been a better option than what unfolded at the Dee.
I am sure both teams would have no beef with this being classed as nondescript and boring if truth be told. A game devoid of action unfolded outwith the goal. It wasn’t a battle, no team was especially better than the other add it just lacked …..well anything really. The Dee started well on the front foot and grabbed an early goal on seven minutes via Jevan Anderson who buried a cross from close range. This was closely followed by a huge chance for Formartine’s Julian Wade who while clean through seemed to think Dee keeper Hoban was away to take him out. This split second hesitation was enough for Wade to fail to round him leading to a rushed poked effort which travelled across the face of goal and wide. And that was that for the game. It just seemed to die a painfully action free death. Despite this the first half flew in but I think that was more down to the company I was keeping as opposed to anything else. This because like the last time I watched Formartine I was yapping to the tri-generational United supporting Anderson clan.
HT 1 v 0
The second half saw the ball in the air far too much for my liking which is ridiculous for two reasons. One there was a fair puff of wind on the go and also, it’s a plastic pitch, a choice surface to get the ball and knock it about bonnie. But no. The only point of note were an acrobatic overhead from Formartine’s Murison which beat Hoban but landed on the roof of the net. A great attempt. The second was the final whistle. Poor game and one of those things in fitba, but I am sure the Dee wont mind with the three points staying in the south of the city.
Entrance – £10
Attendance – 148 (Rough Head Count)
Pie – £7, Pie and coffee
Pint -£4.40 Tennent’s , Brig o’ Dee
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