Warminster Town v Keynsham Town
The 1619 Pompey service waiting the Right Away in the bay platform at Swindon.
Was taken to Trowbridge…..
…..where the Rose and Crown is back in the guide. However, beer choice hasn’t improved. Forewent the Pride and Doombar for a Butcombe, which seems to be taking over the South West since being bought out by Liberation. Fucking Channel Island tax dodgers, coming over here, buying our regional breweries, and making pubs that stock shit beer, also stock them.
Stepping outside to take the pub photo, I noticed that there was a unit in the up platform…
….which proved to be a Weymouth service, which was taken to Westbury.
As we awaited departure a ‘Fred’ on an engineering train for the blockade site crept past.
Plan was to do a taxi leap to the Prince of Wales in Dilton Marsh, and then use Western Routes joint shortest station on to Warminster, however the, Pub didn’t open until 1800, and the train was off at 1807, so instead half an hour was whiled away at Westbury station, watching bits of the Mendips heading off to the South East to be made into roads and flats.
And so on to Warmister. It is another Wiltshire army town, but with a historic town centre, mostly inhabited by idiots.
Town has two guide pubs, firstly the Organ on the main street, which was a pub a few hundred years ago, then became a shop, but was converted back to a strange pub/art gallery hybrid a few years ago.
Always a good selection of local ales, but stand out feature of the pub is the cheese/olive/meat boards.
A three cheese selection was had, un-named farmhouse cheddar, stilton and a scotch bonnet cheddar. There were four others to choose from. House brew Organ Ale was had.
The football ground is on a hillside just outside the town centre. Floodlights can be seen from the high street, no-idea what Flying Saucers Painting Pottery Café is about?
Ground can be found heading through an unkempt park…
….but I carried on up the main road for the final GBG offering, the Fox and Hounds…
…..where I gatecrashed the cribbage evening…
…for a decent local brew.
Finally headed to the ground.
Where it had obviously been deemed that notifying the town of the presence of Keynsham Town wasn’t worth the effort.
Entrance was a reasonable fiver with a pound for a half decent programme. Nice to see advance notice of a war on dog owners.
Warminster Town 1 v Keynsham Town 0, Toolstation Western League - First Division
Warminster dropped out of the Western League into the Wiltshire League in the early nineties. They eventually rose back up into the Wessex league, then crossing back to the Western League in 2012.
Keynsham Town joined the Western League in the mid 1970s and have flitted between the premier and first division, though lately at the bottom end of the latter.
I have visited this ground before, when I was at University in Plymouth I came up to see one of my schoolmates play here for Torquay United reserves. Then, the ground had a wonderful old wooden stand
The stand has now been replaced by a combined club house/changing room building, with a single row of seats at the front.
And some extensive covered standing.
The ground overlooks the Town and the countryside beyond. If such a thing existed, I’d describe this as a picturesque vista of Warminster.
Local Pigeon club has premises in the ground. The South Street part of the name has been painted out. I would like to think there has been massive internal ructions and they have gone their separate ways.
The ground has very much gone under the radar of the ground graders. Much of this is probably down to being hoodwinked by the salubriousness of the club house.
Racially inclusive welcoming…
….posh leather corner sofas…
….ironed table cloths and branded food signage…
….luxurious provision of salt and pepper…
….urinals tiled in club colours…
….and a great picture display of how it used to be. This would melt the heart of the most cold hearted ground grading official.
A poor show of pennants compared to last week at Hallen.
50p for a cup of tea had to be taken advantage of. Except, when I ordered it, the kindly gentleman serving promptly made me a cheeseburger. When he handed it to me, I queried that I had asked for a cup of tea. He explained he was mostly deaf so guesses a lot of the orders. As it was only £1.50 I had the burger, and went a got a pint of Moles Best from the clubhouse.
Burger was a work of art, nice soft roll, grated cheese above and below the decent quality burger.
Wandering round the ground, a merry game was going on of kids trying to get into the ground for free through various holes in the perimeter hedge, whilst club officials did their best to keep them out with makeshift blockades.
The final re-inforcement was at the far end, but this was to keep out two rabid dogs from an adjoining house, which the keeper kept a wary eye on during the game as the fence billowed with the dogs every attempt to breach it.
The main complex from the view of an unexplained padlock.
The far end was the narrowest I have ever seen, and required a bout of anorexia or snake hips to pass down.
It was described in the non-league guide as having four sides of hard standing, though this was the sole piece of concrete at that end.
Advertising on the club house side. I have used all of these to try and complete a half marathon.
As the game kicked off, all the crowd were on the club house side….
…with the exception of the away support who took over the covered terrace.
I was on the far side, where all the play was, mostly the ball being kicked out of play. I had more touches of the ball in the first 10 minutes than most of the players as I constantly retrieved the ball.
Warminster dropped out of the Western League into the Wiltshire League in the early nineties. They eventually rose back up into the Wessex league, then crossing back to the Western League in 2012.
Keynsham Town joined the Western League in the mid 1970s and have flitted between the premier and first division, though lately at the bottom end of the latter.
Game was of a decent standard, Keynsham had the better of the early stages, but Warminster, taking advantage of the availability of army players based in the town, had two nippy forwards. They scored with an excellent goal where the right midfielder dribbled past four players, then crossed to the edge of the six yard box where one of the forwards had got ahead of the defender and smacked it into the roof of the net.
That was the only score of the game. Afterwards, headed out of the second entrance which was a style.
This took me passed the near touchline, and an opportunity to see the holes from the invaders perspective.
Wandered down the hill to the station…
…for a unit direct to Swindon.
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