When you are on the other side of the world, the things that you took for granted take on a different importance, the things you'd forgotten come crashing back and the things that you love amplify themselves to a fever pitch! However, not everything is beautiful, not everything is great and not everything can be forgiven. Such is the life of a Flâneur...
Wednesday, 17 September 2008
The County Ground – Hove (actually)
Sussex's home ground is the perfect place to just lose yourself for a few minutes, hours, days, summers, lifetimes…
Barely ten minutes walk from Hove station, set back from Eaton Road. One enters through blue iron gates, complete with resplendent Sussex county crest (6 martlets) having avoided popping into The Sussex Cricketer beforehand. You then by-pass the second hand bookstall, club and members shop, up the concrete steps and there it is, the true home of cricket.
Sussex county cricket teams have been traced back to the 17th century (albeit not at Eaton Road) and the county's involvement in cricket goes back much further than that. Sussex, jointly with Kent, is the birthplace of the sport. It is widely believed that cricket was invented by children living on the Weald in Saxon or Norman times, which is pretty mindblowing actually.
Anyway, you can either sit on the wooden benches, lounge in one of the many blue & white stripped deckchairs or simply mellow out in the Jim Parks Bar; all the while watching the mighty Sussex dish out another pasting to an unsuspecting opposition. Quite simply days, do not get much better than this…
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And do not forget the wonderful spacious ground on the front at Hastings, long since destroyed by the greed-filled men in nasty suits who are spoiling every nook and cranny of our land.
May they burn in hell.
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