I think the worst defeat that I can remember was the 7-2 at home to Chatham.  But the most embarrassing game was the home game against Wealdstone where we couldn't even field a recognised keeper.

Hi Ev you old dog! Thought you'd been put down by now.

Saturday was a poor game BUT, to put it in context, we have a new team who play with enthusiasm and are beginning to knit together (of course strengthening will be needed in due course - but no rush).  In other words, no playthings are flying out of this perambulator!

We weathered an early storm only to get mugged by half a dozen giants scaring the beegeebers out of us in the six yard box from a corner (amazed that this only happend once).  Mid second half youthful enthusiasm got the better of Jayden Hutchings when he launched himself long jump style from the touchline to take out their centre forward. Whilst his subsequent banishment effectively forfeited our stake in the game our only scoring chances came shortly afterwards.
Tom Theobald will certainly have punished himself enough for the own goal without any help from us. Suffice to say that he air kicked at a back pass which had just enough pace to get over the goalline before he could recover his balance and chase it down. Let's hope he can put it behind him (if you know what I mean). 
The third goal was irrelevant, by which I mean I was well on the way to the pub by then.

As I said earlier, we are watching a work in progess and there's a good atmosphere around the place.  Away trips are light years more fun than the deeply depressing Isthmian South Central. However, there are still plenty of underpasses and spacious bus shelters for you to curl up in alongside your favourite bottle of white lighting (as recommended by Chris Harold).
Why not give that bus pass an airing and try a game sometime soon. 

I remember the Bracknell away own goal very well. Our keeper, can't recall the name, had the habit of letting any back pass from our left side, come right across his body whilst thinking what he was going to do next. On this occasion he thought about it a bit too long and the ball rolled slowly into the net, to the great ammusement of the Bracknell fans behind the goal. Our left back (Simeone, was it?) just held his head in his hands with shock lol.