Well, I’ll Go To Halifax!

With Tess meeting Kate for a bit of mother & daughter Christmas shopping in Taunton, it was just Chris and I for the Park Run this morning. Despite not running together, we both managed to improve on last week’s times by 45 seconds.

This afternoon we watched a bizarre game at Huish Park, typified by the blip here, in which the ball spent a great deal of time in the air with neither Yeovil or our opponents Halifax able to deal with the strong wind and rain blowing straight down the ground.

Neither side looked like scoring until the referee awarded us a penalty when one of their defenders grappled our centre back to the ground from a corner kick, despite having just been warned for doing it two seconds earlier before the ref blew the whistle for the corner to be taken.

In the second half our penalty scorer was sent off for diving when he had clearly been tripped, a decision which even Halifax’s manager later described as ‘strange’.  Apart from that, not a lot of football happened.

With our new found resilience, we managed to hold on for the last 25 minutes with ten men to record our second home win in a row and remain unbeaten for 4 games. Our new manager seems to be making a difference.

“Well, I’ll go to Halifax” was my Dad’s go to expression of astonishment.