WA crisp winters
day dawned brightly, and I looked forward
to the drive from Kent to Somerset as the
A303 is a refreshing change from the usual
hundreds of miles of yawning motorway that
usually heralds a trip to cheer on my
beloved Preston North End.
Furthermore, I was also keen to visit the
legendary Yeovil, heroes of many a
giant-killing act in FA Cup folklore, and
a club that have more than justified the
controversial introduction of automatic
promotion from the top flight of
non-league and have since more than
established themselves as a force in the
third tier of English league football.
As I anticipated, the drive was quite
pleasant, including a peek at Stonehenge
from the main road, glistening in the
sunlight, an edifice to earlier ages past.
Upon arriving near Yeovil, the signposting
to the ground is quite good. This I found
very useful, as without it the stadium
would not have been easy to find.
There is plenty of affordable car-parking
on-site, but it looked as though there
were plenty of other options for those
wishing to save a few quid and park on the
streets further away.
I have to say, I found the ground to be
something of a disappointment. The away
terrace has supporting struts that
protrude up behind it, as though waiting
for an extension of sorts that as yet
hasn't happened, and it gives that part of
the ground a half-finished perspective.
For a 'new' ground, I also noticed that
the green seating in the main stand was
looking decidedly tired and sun-bleached
to the colour of feeble mushy peas.
Obviously a roof over the away terrace
would be a great step forward; fortunately
the lack of rain meant it didn't dampen my
day, but it was nonetheless a good job I
had brought plenty of warm outer layers to
insulate against the cold winter air.
The match was also something of an
anti-climax; Preston being reduced to 10
men after only 3 minutes left us with that
sinking feeling that the match was going
to be almost as one-sided as Yeovil's
legendary sloping pitch at their old
ground! For most of the game that
proved to be the case as Yeovil took 2
goals quite easily, and could have helped
themselves to more. As the second
half wore on however, Preston did rally
and snatch a goal back, which prompted a
fairly entertaining last 10 minutes as the
equaliser was sought, but sadly to no
I hastened to my car after the final
whistle, and found that traffic wasn't too
bad at dispersing, and was thus soon
heading back along the A303 towards the
M3, M25, M26, M20 and home!
Did I enjoy the day? I was certainly
pleased to have visited Yeovil and "chalk
it off the list" so to speak, and to see
my team fight hard towards the end was
better than a capitulating without a
whimper. I also saw plenty of things of
interest on the drive to Yeovil that were
worth a Google
later, so no complaints at all really.
My tips to any-one else visiting Yeovil,
1. get there early to get best parking
spots amd facilitate a quick getaway, 2.
check the weather beforehand as it could
seriously affect the enjoyment of your day
if you aren't sufficiently prepared!