HISTON UPDATE

'Our first dispatch from the footballing crucible that is semi-rural East Anglia, and it's a right corker, our chosen minnows Histon facing neighbours Cambridge United in a home dust-up. The Stutes (no, really) were evidently fired up by the occasion and had much the better of the first half, creating chance after chance whist the plaintive exhortations of the visiting supporters were gently carried off like so much dust in the wind. Indeed it was nearly half time before Cambridge mustered a shot on target, their England C international Chris Holroyd shimmying through an inert defence like a mating weaver bird before fluffing his shot and falling to the turf like an aged twat.Half-time oranges having being consumed and in some cases carelessly dribbled down shirts, the game resumed at a frantic pace. Both Histon and Cambridge had occasion to rue finishing that would have disgraced a team of jittery recovering alcoholics, although with goalkeepers Naisbitt (for the H's) and Potter (for the C.U.) both on fine form it was soon apparent that finding a way past them would be at least as hard as playing 'Alex Chiton' by the Replacements on Guitar Hero. Imagine my surprise then when the aforementioned Holroyd rose to nod in a deflected Pitt free kick on the 90 minute mark. The away following reacted with an outpouring of joy normally reserved in these parts for the callous murder of a teenaged burglar by a cranky racist farmer as he begs for his life, but plucky Histon showed the resilience and guile needed to turn the 4 minutes of injury time into an absolute cauldron. They got their reward in the 94th minute when a corner was swung into the box and BAM! -a Langston header blocked on the line, but the plucky stopper reacted quickest to prod home a richly deserved equaliser.
Fucking sweet as a nut mate. Everybody now: 'Children by the million, sing for Alex Chilton'....

Fact: Histon's ground is called Glassworld.