After ending the 2014 season in seventh position under the stewardship of Amin Nasir, the club announced it would be merging with Woodlands Wellington FC to form a new S. League club for the 2015 campaign.
I paid my $6 admission, which equated to £3 and walked inside the stand. The old lady at the front of the stand gave me a couple of fans, which doubled up as a basic programme as I got my bearings.
The HOOLS were down the far end of the stand, so I went to investigate. They had a full range of songs, although I found their ditty about building a bonfire for the officials most out of keeping for the very polite locals I’d come across. Some wore a familiar shirt to me. It was the same as the orange Scarborough Athletic top from the previous season.
It wasn’t long before Nelson Moura put the lads in an even more enthusiastic mode as he put Hougang ahead. The PA blasted out White Stripe’s Seven Nation Army to celebrate.
I’d returned just before the interval as Firman Hanif made it 2-0. The Tanjong players trooped by me disconsolately shortly after for a drink and to receive instructions after the break. At half time the club held a free raffle with the numbers on match tickets being entered. It seemed a really nice community based club. I was ten numbers out for a minor prize.
After the restart, the visitors made life interesting as Kamel Ramdani slotted home a penalty to the particular joy of one real character. A local man well past retirement age dressed in party attire with a hat that had flashing lights on it. When the goal went in he released a large popper that let out hundreds of bits of confetti. It seemed to cheer up the few visiting fans at that end of the stand.
The game could have gone either way for a while. Tanjong tried their best to draw level, but ‘The Cheetahs’ put it to bed with goals from Brazilian Igor Ferreira on seventy three minutes and a second from Moura four minutes later to make it 4-1.
That should have been of no significance, but it certainly was to the old boy who cleaned the terraces. He’d got a head start and cleaned a few minutes earlier. He seemed proud of his work. He sadly hadn’t allowed for our ‘character’ who then let off another giant popper to spew paper all over a wide space. The look of the cleaner was a real picture.
The poor lad was speechless apart from telling the old girl who handed out the fans. He just stood there and stared at his nemesis. I stood nearby as I didn’t want a geriatric brawl. Fortunately common sense prevailed as the cleaner just hissed as Mr Partyhat went down the tunnel.