Saturday, November 01, 2003
East Kenters
A new feature, like Eastenders but set in the world of East Kent football:
Lanky Folkestone cart horse Mark Munday is feeling a bit under the weather and calls in sick so Neil Cugley goes round to his house to check on him. "What's wrong?" says Cugs to his big midfielder.
"I feel really ill boss, I can't come in to training today" is the reply.
"Don't worry about it, have a rest and come back to training next week" says the caring Folkestone manager.
"OK, cheers boss, but what about me shopping? I've got no food in the 'ouse."
"No problem," says Cugs, "I'll do for it you, just tell me what you need."
"The main thing is potatoes boss. You know, like you tell us to eat to build up our carbohydrates. So just get me a sack of spuds."
"Don't you want something to go with them? Some chicken or some sausages or something?" enquires Cugley.
"No boss, just spuds, I eat 'em raw, I love my spuds."
Confused but unwilling to take the conversation any further Cugley heads of to Sainsbury's to do the shopping. While he's there he bumps into Margate manager Chris Kinnear.
"Hello Neil, what are you doing here?" asks Chris.
"I'm getting a sack of spuds for Mark Munday."
"Really?" says Chris, "sounds like a good deal. Maybe I can swap Graham Porter for a crate of baked beans."
Anyway, Cugley pays for the potatoes, collects his Nectar points and heads out to the car park. While he's putting his trolley back he sees Dover chairman Mick Kemp but before he's had time to say hello Kempy rushes to the assistance of an old lady struggling with her shopping.
"Can you manage dear?" asks Mick.
"Oh no!" replies the old lady, "You got yourself into this mess, you can get yourself out of it."
Lanky Folkestone cart horse Mark Munday is feeling a bit under the weather and calls in sick so Neil Cugley goes round to his house to check on him. "What's wrong?" says Cugs to his big midfielder.
"I feel really ill boss, I can't come in to training today" is the reply.
"Don't worry about it, have a rest and come back to training next week" says the caring Folkestone manager.
"OK, cheers boss, but what about me shopping? I've got no food in the 'ouse."
"No problem," says Cugs, "I'll do for it you, just tell me what you need."
"The main thing is potatoes boss. You know, like you tell us to eat to build up our carbohydrates. So just get me a sack of spuds."
"Don't you want something to go with them? Some chicken or some sausages or something?" enquires Cugley.
"No boss, just spuds, I eat 'em raw, I love my spuds."
Confused but unwilling to take the conversation any further Cugley heads of to Sainsbury's to do the shopping. While he's there he bumps into Margate manager Chris Kinnear.
"Hello Neil, what are you doing here?" asks Chris.
"I'm getting a sack of spuds for Mark Munday."
"Really?" says Chris, "sounds like a good deal. Maybe I can swap Graham Porter for a crate of baked beans."
Anyway, Cugley pays for the potatoes, collects his Nectar points and heads out to the car park. While he's putting his trolley back he sees Dover chairman Mick Kemp but before he's had time to say hello Kempy rushes to the assistance of an old lady struggling with her shopping.
"Can you manage dear?" asks Mick.
"Oh no!" replies the old lady, "You got yourself into this mess, you can get yourself out of it."
