16th August 2017 - Cheadle Town 1 v 2 Alsager Town - Another midweek match, this one following a day of work, some drawing of fungal spores and a sort through the moth trap - tis all par for the course for the amateur naturalist. Cheadle Town are the most local team to me, in fact they are only a 15 minute walk away so I suppose you could call me a fan but, I am an awkward spiked cuss and am a fan of all the non-league teams I watch and turn up to each and every match utterly neutral (no not neutered - I like me knackers). It is a fine state of affairs and although I do have a preference for certain grounds I always leave a match happy if both units have bared their balls, perspired blood and blistered their tootsies in pursuit of the leathered globe. Tonight the home grown greens faced the boldness of the Bullets, would they get shot down or force a backfire that would rupture the early prospects of the guests - here is what actually transpired!
Cheadle provided good early pressure with a shot, a corner and a few tidy moves all culminating in a kick back from the guests in red. No 11 (Joshua Glover) for the guests was a potential menace and used quick feet to earn a free-kick and re-balance the game. The idea behind the bonus punt was solid but alas, the execution was limp. From here though Alsager blossomed brightest with the hosts looking decidedly fragile and indecisive at the rear. A pattern was set - Alsager opted to push, Cheadle to absorb and try and sneak a break. There wasn't much to scribble home about in these early stages and the game certainly needed a good greasing up and a finger up its jacksie. Eventually it was the visitors who advanced with promise after their No 10 (Michael Lennon) produced some excellent work along the flank, weaved in from the corner and crossed with the concrete noggin of his comrade Glover, nutting home a strong looping header. 0 - 1 we were, just what the soccerised quack prescribed - now let's have it. Cheadle needed a quick response, their No 8 (Daniel Wood) showed optimism and let loose a shot, unfortunately it rose over the crossbar - worth a dig though!
Disputed decisions came next and a heap of pointless bitching that blighted any chance of game development. We hit a cruddy patch, a real messy affair laden with mistakes, loose passes and just rusted rhythm. It was a testing affair and perhaps the diaries of Kenneth Williams had more positivity in them than this game - ooh matron, stop it. Having hit the doldrums a high point came when an Alsager bod popped up and delivered a honey coated shot that was only denied by an equally sweet save - maybe there is hope of a decent game after all. Next and some beautiful link-up liquidity from the home lads was cruelly halted and a card was posted the way of Lewis Bergin. Cheadle were showing good spirit during a bad patch and although the free-kick was straight at the gloved man between the sticks there was a definite belief rising in the gut of the greens. The dying embers of a duff half came, for me the home team were cultivating some fair pressure but all impetus was banished when the man in black blew for the break.
Yoghurt Raisins and some Clementine juice for me and a browse of a book on Edgar Degas - a fine artist who, if creating a picture of tonight's game would be struggling to find any real colour thus far - we need the palette spilled, we need some impressionist abandonment with the end result something quite classy. I pondered and then heard the clatter of boots coming down a tunnel - here come the combatants.
Half 2, the traps are open, Cheadle are sharp but the first attempt on goal with any real venom comes the way of the A's with a firm crack and swerve from the substitute making sure the keeper held his concentration to block. The travelers were having the best of things with several promise-heavy balls just falling short of the killer stroke, The hosts needed to stay focused and did just that when they produced a pearling pass that was connected with and humped goalward by Chris Sherringham, just wide. A free-kick followed, this time for Alsager, the defending was dire the header that came should have buried the game as a contest. The Town came back with their own free-kick - no takers, way too high. A Cheadle sub came, it gave birth to a green improvement, a break was had but thwarted and then a silky passing move was had but was still denied glory at the death. There was an impetus rising and warning bells ringing when, on the 69th minute Hincks opened the defense with a fine ball that was collared and crossed whereupon Michael Sherrington dillied and dallied and yet somehow forced the ball in the waiting net - all square folks, and now for a gear shift.
Now the Park Road pack had their tails up and they were mightily unlucky when Michael Sherrington couldn't bring the pacey ball under control and do better than the shot that was easily saved by the keeper. Moments later he was through again but mis-controlled and the keeper cleared. Cheadle were on the up but to keep them sober Alsager's Sub (Remeece Brown) broke with high tempo and was clipped by the keeper and impeded by a defender. The advantage was played, came to nothing and a booking was given - how odd? It was end to end stuff now, Cheadle's sub had a chance to fire but was tackled at the last and as the home team tried to get those 3 points and pushed further forward the ball somehow ended up back at the tootsies of Alsager's Remeece Brown. He went on a mission, weaved inside and saw a glimpse of goal. He opened his body, swung his boot and the ball stayed low, swung in and found the bottom corner. It was a decisive moment and after a few more minutes proved to be the winning moment too. I thought a draw was on the cards when things became all square but if a goal was going to snatch a win then this was a deserving effort.
This wasn't a great game if truth be told and there were some very hit and miss performances but, I think (Aaron Fleming) of Cheadle Town displayed enough quality and high potential to just sneak the Man of the Match Award tonight. In the first half particularly he was one of the brightest beacons in a fog of despair and in the second half he worked and ran well to keep his team competitive.
FINAL THOUGHT - Ring-rust is a bugger to shake off and both these units look to still be displaying laboring symptoms. This was hardly a spectacle of lofty entertainment and during the last moments of the game anyone could have grabbed the win. Cheadle have had a big turn-over of players and that obviously knocks the stuffing out of a team but I am sure they will be mid-table or even higher come next April. Alsager have some hefty gits in their tribe but perhaps need a bit more pace here and there, as supplied by Remeece Brown who, as it transpired, made a mighty difference. I think this lot will be hovering around the peripheries of the play-offs come season end but...between now and then a whole lotta sweat needs pouring in - we shall see!
Thursday, 17 August 2017
Tuesday, 15 August 2017
THE BLUES AND THE BEARS GO TO BATTLE
14th August 2017 - Maine Road FC 2 v 1 Congleton Town - Two of my favourite teams met in tonight's tussle with my pre-game prediction going this way, that way and out of the window - such is the magnetic attraction of these well-matched encounters that are so frequently found in the non-league pit. The day had been a long one with wildlife records sorted, a cycle ride had, some shrooming done and a few household chores attended to (gotta do my bit for my loved ones don't ya know). I headed to the ground with hopes elevated of the best match, thus far,
of an embryonic season. The outcome went something like this? No, not like that, like this - come on pay attention now! By the way - I identified 2 all time new fungi today, it put me in a good mood, I hoped the game would keep the hopes afloat.
The two squads came onto the pitch, myself and fellow punk pirates Stu Taylor of STP Promotions and Ged Murder were all optically alert, there was a decent turn-out and the late summer evening was ready to be warmed by some fine non-league action - let the globe start rolling.
A rapido start came, breaks occurred at either end with Road's Jamie Roe having the first dig of any substance. The shot was deflected wide, from the corner a shot came and another deflection was had. The resulting throw-in brought no danger and the Congo lads fought back and indulged in some high energy midfield mayhem. Out of the pack the Bears No 9 (Emini Adegbenro) shot close in but the ball flew over, seconds later the same gent again went on an arse-ripping run, slapped in a low cross that was duly dummied and allowed some frontman to try a cheeky goalward flick - who was it, how did it miss? Question, questions, amid a blur of animation. Both teams were doing some fine 'off-the-ball' running and covering more than their fair share of the pitch. The rain started to fall, end to end the ball was hoofed, what an absorbing encounter! Congleton were playing higher up the pitch, Maine Road were looking for a dissecting pass but were getting caught offside a little too often for the onlookers liking. Eventually they cultivated an opportunity, their No 10 (Connor Hughes) threaded a peach, the break looked on, Congleton's No 4 (Omar Mbowe) stood proud and reined supreme, the door was closed, the chance a memory.
No give or take in this one, Congleton came next - a dazzling move deserved a crown of glory but ended being laden with a flat-cap of failure as their No 11 (Declan Fletcher) blazed over from inches out. Up the other end and the industrious Jamie Roe forced the keeper to save and frustration rose further when No 6 (James Ormrod) followed up with a tame fart of an effort - more beans needed sir. More offside decisions went against the home 'erberts and after one such incident the Bears broke when incredible neat feet from their No 8 (Oliver Ford) saw a turn and shot end in a very near miss - a fruity effort for sure. The pace was incessant, an attack one way was paid back in kind the other, the players were certainly earning their crust tonight. A fist away from the Congo keeper resulted in a counterpunch that failed to bear fruit - typical of the half and, in truth, I was struggling to keep up. The tempo zenithed, the referee blessed us all with a break - a cup of tea is the finest way to regather one's thoughts, I am an Englishman after all.
Slurp, slurp and banter with sonic brothers - back to the game we went but not before my colleague showed me some nude photo's of Mike Yarwood - what a collection, what an erection - oh I am easily distracted.
The Road were out of the dressing room quickest, a low shot was blocked, another quick effort was spooned into the leaking night sky. Oh No 11 (Richard Williams), pray for forgiveness. The start from the Blues was impressive and moments later the same Blue'd bod broke again, was closed down by a nomadic keeper, still won the ball and attempted a neat chip in - the side-netting rippled, the scorecard was yet to be crippled. Within seconds The Road came again and only a last gasp tackle by The Bears No 3 (Richard Peters) saved their busy bustling hides. Another home grown break, the support was too slow, the shot that came was labelled lame. A repeat effort was had at the opposite keeper - firmer but too straight - come on lads, we need a breakthrough.
A blur of a move next, the hosts flashed forth and a cross and close in tap looked set for glory but the visiting No 1's feet were in the right place at the right time - lucky bugger. Congleton next, one-two and thwack - just wide - crikey get me another pen, I am running dry. The ursine pack came once more, Adegbenro through, Road's goalie quick off the mark - great block. Next and Road's No 2 (Jack Poxon) tried his luck - fair effort but easily saved. Congleton were warned, they came yet again, the ball was tossed high around the danger zone, the defence lacked decision so the mittman had to commit - foul had, penalty given. Up stepped Jason Carey to do the business, crack, well struck and deadlock broken - 0 - 1 to the Bears.
The pace stayed high, the hosts pushed harder, a break was found, a through ball caused due panic and Congleton's Mbowe was left alone to deal with a flashing attack. He was deemed to be over zealous and a trifle too heavy handed - a red card was brandished. The free-kick given was pondered, Connor Hughes shot low and brought a great save from the alert keeper. The corner that came was perfect, a thumping header was borne from the bonse of John Mason - back of the net it went, we were suddenly all square. Minutes later another free-kick was awarded the same way, it was quickly taken, a neat through ball and slotted home by Richard Williams - 2 -1 to the MR Machine - what a turn-around, this lot never know when they are beat. Instantaneously the fired up powder blues frothed up another chance, Williams was through and sent a good shot netward - tip top save. The game now became ragged, one team looking for the jugular, the other scrambling for parity - it was a sweat and steam finale. In the dying embers of the game Maine Road had all hands on deck, a late Congo attack resulted in two fouls - the first outside the box, the second inside the box - for some reason the referee blew late and gave a free kick for the first - now that was debatable. Nothing came of the punt, the final peep came and we were done with still something to mull over. The game had been a splendid one, I saw many a fine performance but, as a punk pig and a dealer in moot points, I am giving the man of of the Match to Congleton's No 4 (Omar Mbowe), a stalwart in defence who never put a foot wrong until his untimely dismissal. I care not for this faux pas, shit happens and it was a tough call but, prior to this, he stood out as a controlled giant with a good reading of the game. I am happy to give a kick of confidence and ponder the many positives the player exposed.
FINAL THOUGHT - This was a cracking encounter and if you are thinking of going to a non-league match this year you would be well advised to pick one of these teams as your first port of call. The industry and tireless work ethic will serve them well throughout the campaign and with a bit of luck one or two rewards could come their way. Going back to Mike Yarwood, he was a decent footballer in his youth after his stint at Stockport County as Director I reckon he knows is soccer onions and would have applauded tonight's stint. I think he needs to ditch his latest attempts at fame via nude advertising and get back on the touchline - far more appealing and less embarrassing for the todge - see, the game was so good it has affected my mind.
of an embryonic season. The outcome went something like this? No, not like that, like this - come on pay attention now! By the way - I identified 2 all time new fungi today, it put me in a good mood, I hoped the game would keep the hopes afloat.
The two squads came onto the pitch, myself and fellow punk pirates Stu Taylor of STP Promotions and Ged Murder were all optically alert, there was a decent turn-out and the late summer evening was ready to be warmed by some fine non-league action - let the globe start rolling.
A rapido start came, breaks occurred at either end with Road's Jamie Roe having the first dig of any substance. The shot was deflected wide, from the corner a shot came and another deflection was had. The resulting throw-in brought no danger and the Congo lads fought back and indulged in some high energy midfield mayhem. Out of the pack the Bears No 9 (Emini Adegbenro) shot close in but the ball flew over, seconds later the same gent again went on an arse-ripping run, slapped in a low cross that was duly dummied and allowed some frontman to try a cheeky goalward flick - who was it, how did it miss? Question, questions, amid a blur of animation. Both teams were doing some fine 'off-the-ball' running and covering more than their fair share of the pitch. The rain started to fall, end to end the ball was hoofed, what an absorbing encounter! Congleton were playing higher up the pitch, Maine Road were looking for a dissecting pass but were getting caught offside a little too often for the onlookers liking. Eventually they cultivated an opportunity, their No 10 (Connor Hughes) threaded a peach, the break looked on, Congleton's No 4 (Omar Mbowe) stood proud and reined supreme, the door was closed, the chance a memory.
No give or take in this one, Congleton came next - a dazzling move deserved a crown of glory but ended being laden with a flat-cap of failure as their No 11 (Declan Fletcher) blazed over from inches out. Up the other end and the industrious Jamie Roe forced the keeper to save and frustration rose further when No 6 (James Ormrod) followed up with a tame fart of an effort - more beans needed sir. More offside decisions went against the home 'erberts and after one such incident the Bears broke when incredible neat feet from their No 8 (Oliver Ford) saw a turn and shot end in a very near miss - a fruity effort for sure. The pace was incessant, an attack one way was paid back in kind the other, the players were certainly earning their crust tonight. A fist away from the Congo keeper resulted in a counterpunch that failed to bear fruit - typical of the half and, in truth, I was struggling to keep up. The tempo zenithed, the referee blessed us all with a break - a cup of tea is the finest way to regather one's thoughts, I am an Englishman after all.
Slurp, slurp and banter with sonic brothers - back to the game we went but not before my colleague showed me some nude photo's of Mike Yarwood - what a collection, what an erection - oh I am easily distracted.
The Road were out of the dressing room quickest, a low shot was blocked, another quick effort was spooned into the leaking night sky. Oh No 11 (Richard Williams), pray for forgiveness. The start from the Blues was impressive and moments later the same Blue'd bod broke again, was closed down by a nomadic keeper, still won the ball and attempted a neat chip in - the side-netting rippled, the scorecard was yet to be crippled. Within seconds The Road came again and only a last gasp tackle by The Bears No 3 (Richard Peters) saved their busy bustling hides. Another home grown break, the support was too slow, the shot that came was labelled lame. A repeat effort was had at the opposite keeper - firmer but too straight - come on lads, we need a breakthrough.
A blur of a move next, the hosts flashed forth and a cross and close in tap looked set for glory but the visiting No 1's feet were in the right place at the right time - lucky bugger. Congleton next, one-two and thwack - just wide - crikey get me another pen, I am running dry. The ursine pack came once more, Adegbenro through, Road's goalie quick off the mark - great block. Next and Road's No 2 (Jack Poxon) tried his luck - fair effort but easily saved. Congleton were warned, they came yet again, the ball was tossed high around the danger zone, the defence lacked decision so the mittman had to commit - foul had, penalty given. Up stepped Jason Carey to do the business, crack, well struck and deadlock broken - 0 - 1 to the Bears.
The pace stayed high, the hosts pushed harder, a break was found, a through ball caused due panic and Congleton's Mbowe was left alone to deal with a flashing attack. He was deemed to be over zealous and a trifle too heavy handed - a red card was brandished. The free-kick given was pondered, Connor Hughes shot low and brought a great save from the alert keeper. The corner that came was perfect, a thumping header was borne from the bonse of John Mason - back of the net it went, we were suddenly all square. Minutes later another free-kick was awarded the same way, it was quickly taken, a neat through ball and slotted home by Richard Williams - 2 -1 to the MR Machine - what a turn-around, this lot never know when they are beat. Instantaneously the fired up powder blues frothed up another chance, Williams was through and sent a good shot netward - tip top save. The game now became ragged, one team looking for the jugular, the other scrambling for parity - it was a sweat and steam finale. In the dying embers of the game Maine Road had all hands on deck, a late Congo attack resulted in two fouls - the first outside the box, the second inside the box - for some reason the referee blew late and gave a free kick for the first - now that was debatable. Nothing came of the punt, the final peep came and we were done with still something to mull over. The game had been a splendid one, I saw many a fine performance but, as a punk pig and a dealer in moot points, I am giving the man of of the Match to Congleton's No 4 (Omar Mbowe), a stalwart in defence who never put a foot wrong until his untimely dismissal. I care not for this faux pas, shit happens and it was a tough call but, prior to this, he stood out as a controlled giant with a good reading of the game. I am happy to give a kick of confidence and ponder the many positives the player exposed.
FINAL THOUGHT - This was a cracking encounter and if you are thinking of going to a non-league match this year you would be well advised to pick one of these teams as your first port of call. The industry and tireless work ethic will serve them well throughout the campaign and with a bit of luck one or two rewards could come their way. Going back to Mike Yarwood, he was a decent footballer in his youth after his stint at Stockport County as Director I reckon he knows is soccer onions and would have applauded tonight's stint. I think he needs to ditch his latest attempts at fame via nude advertising and get back on the touchline - far more appealing and less embarrassing for the todge - see, the game was so good it has affected my mind.
Saturday, 12 August 2017
THE DRAUGHT WHO LAUGHED...LAST
12th August 2017 - Burscough FC 0 v 1 1874 Northwich - An early start to the day putting 4 new CD reviews on the website and updating fungal records on The Fungus Conservation Trust's database whilst reaching a personal total of 1026 species. Chores were done, music for the car chosen (a bit of Trojan Ska) and some old wildlife books were gathered to drop off at Mere Sands Wood, a fine place just around the corner from today's destination. Tomes were duly left in good hands and we arrived at Victoria Park to see what the Green Army could do against their visitors, the team of tricksters. The encounter promised much but first things first - tea and victuals! What no chips - a veritable black ball must be produced. Chocolate it was then, not hot and greasy but still scrummy! Whilst waiting for the teams I updated the football wildlife list - Black Headed Gull; Wood Pigeon; Jackdaw; Starling; Swallow and Dandelion agg. were the latest additions - it keeps the brain ticking.
The teams eventually appeared, the crowd was quite healthy and the ball got turning. Within seconds the first chance came the way of the guests with a quick corner taken and a nod putting the globe over - the impetus though was set. 2 quick corners were given in response, the quality was appalling, a trend that would continue throughout a trying first period. The opening stance was eventually exposed with Northwich relying on patience at the rear and Burscough using their busy bee attitude and Duracell Battery reliability. Killer quality was sought and a couple of breaks at each end prodded the potential of the game to almost erect proportions but the final execution was limp and flaccidly things continued. Burscough had a golden opportunity to break the deadlock when a beautiful ball sought and found their No 9 (Adam Gilchrist) but, once more, the finish was woeful and the ever reliable description of 'shite' was called upon. Moments later the grafting No 7 (Jake Connelly) of the same unit broke and flashed a low zipping ball across the face of the goal, he was mighty unlucky not to see a colleague's toe make glory-riddled contact. The goal gaped but was mournfully left unfed - I felt for it and my mind drifted to the absence of chips - bah. An improvement in proceedings was taking place though with both units finding their personal grooves. The first shot on target came 29 minutes in, Scott McGowan of 1874 turned on a ten-bob-bit and tickled a tame shot towards goal - weak and hardly worth the wait.
A static stalemate came, the 2 squads looked perplexed as to how to crack the code of their opponents defence although many a punter in the crowd seemed to hold the sagacious key - don't they always? A free kick was the last high-point of the first 45, it came the way of Northwich. It was missed by all and sundry and the keeper did well to keep his peepers on the balls and save low. The game came to a halt for the halfway break and yet despite the few chances this was an intriguing affair that was still up for grabs and totally unpredictable.
A swill and some more chocolate, we debated whether or not to changes sides of the ground but, in truth, our arses were planted and a bulldozer couldn't have moved us.
And here we go again, 1874 with an early corner - the continuance of shabby executions was still with us. I'll be generous and blame early season rust - let us hope it doesn't spread to the knackers then we will be in trouble - there would be balls everywhere! Suddenly out of nowhere the visitors built an attack, the ball pinged about the box and from inches out went goalward. The reflexes of the mitter were tested to the full, he came up trumps and produced a stunning reaction save. I have to say that even though the match craved a goal this was a good way to keep things barren - good stop chap. Down the other end and Burscough's No 8 (Christy Devlin) collared a cross, chested the ball and let fly a volley. The outcome, another dazzling save grabbed not from the knicker drawer but in fact the ruddy top drawer - nifty indeed. The touchpaper was lit, a cracking half of football developed and no sooner had the top save been digested than we had Burscough's Gilchrist fizzing in a pearling cross and was utterly unfortunate not to see any in-coming prowler take the bait. Surely a goal was on the cards! It was end to end stuff now, just an assassins touch was needed to scar the scorecard - perhaps a sub or two could produce the opening wound. The changes were duly made.
A corner for 1874 was had next, it floated in with no pace and no inkling of danger and time stood still. The wind, a devilish bastard with a spiteful streak, waited until the last and somehow assisted in bending the ball over the line - what the hell? The net rippled oh so slightly, the hosts looked bewildered, the ref looked convinced - the first goal was had. A corner came in reply, No 5 (Hafeez Hamzat) made contact - just wide. A brief lull came but when Burscough's Hamzet got his feet in a tangle it was a 3 on 1 situation to the leading team and only, after a pause of 30 seconds or so, did the ref blow for offside, much the consternation of the attacking force. Northwich came again, a cross and No 7 (Adam Whitlock) shot low and hard and the ball went across the goal face - no takers but the game was still burning bright.
Time ticked, Burscough went down to 10 men when a player fell victim to a hamstring pull. There were no subs left, the uphill struggle just got a whole lot steeper. Next and 1874 had the chance for the killer blow when a stunning cross was met by McGowan who, despite being free and only a couple of feet away from the net, blazed over. He instantly tried to atone for his blunder by firing in an almost immediate sizzler but was thwarted by a still sharp keeper. A frenzied finish came, 3 minutes were added but Burscough could not make the breakthrough and back to Cheshire the 3 points went.
A decent game with some real hard work thrown in and although on the losing team I think Man of the Match should go to Burscough FC's No 8 (Christy Devlin) who put himself about like a whore in a nightclub and weaved some merry paths around all areas of the park with several quality moments achieved. You and your side were unlucky chief but don't give in, there are many highs to enjoy this season - applause are yours.
FINAL THOUGHT - A game that saw two teams perfectly matched and only separated by the the blast of a breeze that helped bend the ball homeward. Tis a cruel affair but both teams can look to many positives for the season ahead. Northwich are a tight unit, almost Scrooge-like in fact and the only thing slacker than their defence today was Larry Grayson's arse after a night time encounter with Big Rick from Batley (ooh what a fella). Burscough are a busy hardworking team and will make it hard work for anyone they come up against. They have good engines all over the pitch and once they shake off a bit of ring-rust and have a kiss on their rears by the lips of Lady Luck the curve of fortune will take a mighty swing upward. I look forward to seeing both units again.
The teams eventually appeared, the crowd was quite healthy and the ball got turning. Within seconds the first chance came the way of the guests with a quick corner taken and a nod putting the globe over - the impetus though was set. 2 quick corners were given in response, the quality was appalling, a trend that would continue throughout a trying first period. The opening stance was eventually exposed with Northwich relying on patience at the rear and Burscough using their busy bee attitude and Duracell Battery reliability. Killer quality was sought and a couple of breaks at each end prodded the potential of the game to almost erect proportions but the final execution was limp and flaccidly things continued. Burscough had a golden opportunity to break the deadlock when a beautiful ball sought and found their No 9 (Adam Gilchrist) but, once more, the finish was woeful and the ever reliable description of 'shite' was called upon. Moments later the grafting No 7 (Jake Connelly) of the same unit broke and flashed a low zipping ball across the face of the goal, he was mighty unlucky not to see a colleague's toe make glory-riddled contact. The goal gaped but was mournfully left unfed - I felt for it and my mind drifted to the absence of chips - bah. An improvement in proceedings was taking place though with both units finding their personal grooves. The first shot on target came 29 minutes in, Scott McGowan of 1874 turned on a ten-bob-bit and tickled a tame shot towards goal - weak and hardly worth the wait.
A static stalemate came, the 2 squads looked perplexed as to how to crack the code of their opponents defence although many a punter in the crowd seemed to hold the sagacious key - don't they always? A free kick was the last high-point of the first 45, it came the way of Northwich. It was missed by all and sundry and the keeper did well to keep his peepers on the balls and save low. The game came to a halt for the halfway break and yet despite the few chances this was an intriguing affair that was still up for grabs and totally unpredictable.
A swill and some more chocolate, we debated whether or not to changes sides of the ground but, in truth, our arses were planted and a bulldozer couldn't have moved us.
And here we go again, 1874 with an early corner - the continuance of shabby executions was still with us. I'll be generous and blame early season rust - let us hope it doesn't spread to the knackers then we will be in trouble - there would be balls everywhere! Suddenly out of nowhere the visitors built an attack, the ball pinged about the box and from inches out went goalward. The reflexes of the mitter were tested to the full, he came up trumps and produced a stunning reaction save. I have to say that even though the match craved a goal this was a good way to keep things barren - good stop chap. Down the other end and Burscough's No 8 (Christy Devlin) collared a cross, chested the ball and let fly a volley. The outcome, another dazzling save grabbed not from the knicker drawer but in fact the ruddy top drawer - nifty indeed. The touchpaper was lit, a cracking half of football developed and no sooner had the top save been digested than we had Burscough's Gilchrist fizzing in a pearling cross and was utterly unfortunate not to see any in-coming prowler take the bait. Surely a goal was on the cards! It was end to end stuff now, just an assassins touch was needed to scar the scorecard - perhaps a sub or two could produce the opening wound. The changes were duly made.
A corner for 1874 was had next, it floated in with no pace and no inkling of danger and time stood still. The wind, a devilish bastard with a spiteful streak, waited until the last and somehow assisted in bending the ball over the line - what the hell? The net rippled oh so slightly, the hosts looked bewildered, the ref looked convinced - the first goal was had. A corner came in reply, No 5 (Hafeez Hamzat) made contact - just wide. A brief lull came but when Burscough's Hamzet got his feet in a tangle it was a 3 on 1 situation to the leading team and only, after a pause of 30 seconds or so, did the ref blow for offside, much the consternation of the attacking force. Northwich came again, a cross and No 7 (Adam Whitlock) shot low and hard and the ball went across the goal face - no takers but the game was still burning bright.
Time ticked, Burscough went down to 10 men when a player fell victim to a hamstring pull. There were no subs left, the uphill struggle just got a whole lot steeper. Next and 1874 had the chance for the killer blow when a stunning cross was met by McGowan who, despite being free and only a couple of feet away from the net, blazed over. He instantly tried to atone for his blunder by firing in an almost immediate sizzler but was thwarted by a still sharp keeper. A frenzied finish came, 3 minutes were added but Burscough could not make the breakthrough and back to Cheshire the 3 points went.
A decent game with some real hard work thrown in and although on the losing team I think Man of the Match should go to Burscough FC's No 8 (Christy Devlin) who put himself about like a whore in a nightclub and weaved some merry paths around all areas of the park with several quality moments achieved. You and your side were unlucky chief but don't give in, there are many highs to enjoy this season - applause are yours.
FINAL THOUGHT - A game that saw two teams perfectly matched and only separated by the the blast of a breeze that helped bend the ball homeward. Tis a cruel affair but both teams can look to many positives for the season ahead. Northwich are a tight unit, almost Scrooge-like in fact and the only thing slacker than their defence today was Larry Grayson's arse after a night time encounter with Big Rick from Batley (ooh what a fella). Burscough are a busy hardworking team and will make it hard work for anyone they come up against. They have good engines all over the pitch and once they shake off a bit of ring-rust and have a kiss on their rears by the lips of Lady Luck the curve of fortune will take a mighty swing upward. I look forward to seeing both units again.
Sunday, 6 August 2017
FROM THE SCRAPYARD BURSCOUGH BLOW HARDEST
6th August 2017 - AFC Emley 0 v 3 Burscough FC - The second FA Cup slab of soccerised pie this weekend saw myself and my good lady visit the easily reached realms of West Yorkshire for a tie that could go any way possible. After dropping our daughter off at The Trafford Centre where she was working as an usher for the travelling 'In The Night Garden' show, where no doubt she would fall victim to many 2 foot tall screaming baldies, we made an easy trip across the motorway and had a fine breakfast and grand stroll around the grounds of Cannon Hall Country Park. Alas, this area had much to entertain the young un's and we also fell foul to the kingdom of the miniaturised underage skinhead. It was a fine morn though and we arrived at The Welfare Ground in good spirits and with a few fungal finds under the belt. Chips and tea were partaken of, the warm-up watched and a few chits and chats with equally keen bods was taken. The verdict on the chips was 'superb' and as they sat nicely in our gratified guts the time ticked and 3pm eventually came around. Here we go, here we go...etc. etc.
The game started in scrappy style but with only a few minutes on the clock a throw-in for the guests came, the ball entered the box and time seemed to enter another reality for the home bods as up stepped Peter Henerty to knock in from close range and give his team a lead with only 5 minutes on the timepiece. Emley looked unsettled by this and a moment later Burscough nearly doubled their lead when a long ball was collared, knocked into the red alert zone and nutted against the cross bar. The referee ruled offside anyway but good threat was displayed. The hosts now tried to gain a foothold in proceedings but their only real response was via their striving No 7 who tried a hopeful punt with no success at all. All the while their rear guard look uncertain and they were fortunate that the opposing No 10 didn't find the net with a good hoof that flew only a couple of feet over. At the other end the same numbered bod also had a strike but although more accurate it lacked any vicious venom and was easily saved. Instantaneously Burscough counter-punched, their tidy No 2 (Joshua Dunroe) took a free kick and slipped the ball through a gaping defensive wound and in crept Derek Szanto to slot home with sweet and measured control. A simple but well-executed move - always the best way.
Now Burscough were dominant but after a lax corner and bonus boot Emley counter-attacked and a swift crack was blazed across the goalmouth to an in-rushing Thabiso Magida to tap home from mere inches out. Alas no contact was made and the ex-Cheadle player looked utterly distraught at missing a golden opportunity. A dip now came, the home crew had a chance to settle but Burscough found the net yet again and seemed to seal the game completely. Alas, an infringement was spotted and the score wiped out - tough titties indeed. Emley did win a late free-kick, it was shite, reminiscent of their first half display but during the last few minutes an upsurge was had by the hard-working home crew and this did kindle some hope in the players and fans alike. The ref blew as did the wind, time for tea methinks.
Half-time, a chat with a hopper whilst a brew was slurped - it was getting nippy.
Half two, AFC Emley came out brighter, sharper and with a hunger. A quick free kick was flashed in and knocked just wide via the crust of Darius McCloed, not a bad attempt! No sooner had thoughts of a comeback rose than the visitors started to display sharper feet, greater desire and, most importantly, keener vision. From this came a chance for their No 9 (Liam Diggle) to add further glory to the 2 goal lead but a close-in botch job was had due to nothing more than the speed of the cross. Pity as this player had put himself about a bit and certainly deserved more - maybe next time mate! Emley dug deep now, their No 8 (Aaron Joseph) was a leading example of hard work and a never say die ethic but their opponents were on top today and when the home mittman clumsily dealt with a cross the header that came was unfortunate to fly above the wrong side of the cross bar. An attempt the other way came but Burscough responded with two quick punts of their own, both well connected with but just off the bulls-eye.
A lull came again, 2 subs, 2 bookings and a touch of tetchiness crept in. Emley tried to impress, Burscough tried to suppress, the chilly wind attempted to depress. To add to the home fans misery the Pewits had a man dismissed as a mis-timed tackle seemed to warm the goolies of an opponent and leave the referee in no doubt in producing a second yellow. The home fans were now chilled further, the game looked finished and, with 10 minutes left, a shot from Burscough's industrious Peter Henerty came, it was dismally fumbled and up stepped the fleet footed Jake Connelly to add a third goal and put the game well and truly to bed. Late on and shock, horror, pass me the pills - AFC Emley had a chance from a great move when a cross pinged off a defender and fell at the feet of Matthew Jackson - the opportunity however, went begging. In the last gasps of the game two more shots came in from the travelers toes and Emley put together the slickest and quickest move of the match with a clearance off the line denying them a perhaps deserved consolation - some days it just isn't meant to be. The ref blew immediately after - the contest was done. Not the greatest showcase of soccer today but several players put their arses on the line and worked up a good foam. Man of the Match though goes to Burscough's No 2 (Josh Dunroe) who played the game with a sparky attitude, kept order in his position and got forth whenever the opportunity arose. He was one to watch throughout and helped increase the headache of the home squad.
FINAL THOUGHT - A gritty game this with one team having no luck and suffering an off day and the other just having that keener edge and using their ability to communicate and see their colleagues position clearly. In fact this footballing lark is all about vision and if you are clued in to where your team-mates are and what runs they are making the game becomes so much simpler. Burscough seemed to have time to look up and see options, Emley looked rushed and once or twice I saw crosses made without any peeper seeking out a target. I wish both teams well in their seasons quest and reckon AFC Emley will be visited again, a fine ground, good chips and with a nice vibe - what more can we ask for? Well a few goals and a win next time - fingers crossed lads!
The game started in scrappy style but with only a few minutes on the clock a throw-in for the guests came, the ball entered the box and time seemed to enter another reality for the home bods as up stepped Peter Henerty to knock in from close range and give his team a lead with only 5 minutes on the timepiece. Emley looked unsettled by this and a moment later Burscough nearly doubled their lead when a long ball was collared, knocked into the red alert zone and nutted against the cross bar. The referee ruled offside anyway but good threat was displayed. The hosts now tried to gain a foothold in proceedings but their only real response was via their striving No 7 who tried a hopeful punt with no success at all. All the while their rear guard look uncertain and they were fortunate that the opposing No 10 didn't find the net with a good hoof that flew only a couple of feet over. At the other end the same numbered bod also had a strike but although more accurate it lacked any vicious venom and was easily saved. Instantaneously Burscough counter-punched, their tidy No 2 (Joshua Dunroe) took a free kick and slipped the ball through a gaping defensive wound and in crept Derek Szanto to slot home with sweet and measured control. A simple but well-executed move - always the best way.
Now Burscough were dominant but after a lax corner and bonus boot Emley counter-attacked and a swift crack was blazed across the goalmouth to an in-rushing Thabiso Magida to tap home from mere inches out. Alas no contact was made and the ex-Cheadle player looked utterly distraught at missing a golden opportunity. A dip now came, the home crew had a chance to settle but Burscough found the net yet again and seemed to seal the game completely. Alas, an infringement was spotted and the score wiped out - tough titties indeed. Emley did win a late free-kick, it was shite, reminiscent of their first half display but during the last few minutes an upsurge was had by the hard-working home crew and this did kindle some hope in the players and fans alike. The ref blew as did the wind, time for tea methinks.
Half-time, a chat with a hopper whilst a brew was slurped - it was getting nippy.
Half two, AFC Emley came out brighter, sharper and with a hunger. A quick free kick was flashed in and knocked just wide via the crust of Darius McCloed, not a bad attempt! No sooner had thoughts of a comeback rose than the visitors started to display sharper feet, greater desire and, most importantly, keener vision. From this came a chance for their No 9 (Liam Diggle) to add further glory to the 2 goal lead but a close-in botch job was had due to nothing more than the speed of the cross. Pity as this player had put himself about a bit and certainly deserved more - maybe next time mate! Emley dug deep now, their No 8 (Aaron Joseph) was a leading example of hard work and a never say die ethic but their opponents were on top today and when the home mittman clumsily dealt with a cross the header that came was unfortunate to fly above the wrong side of the cross bar. An attempt the other way came but Burscough responded with two quick punts of their own, both well connected with but just off the bulls-eye.
A lull came again, 2 subs, 2 bookings and a touch of tetchiness crept in. Emley tried to impress, Burscough tried to suppress, the chilly wind attempted to depress. To add to the home fans misery the Pewits had a man dismissed as a mis-timed tackle seemed to warm the goolies of an opponent and leave the referee in no doubt in producing a second yellow. The home fans were now chilled further, the game looked finished and, with 10 minutes left, a shot from Burscough's industrious Peter Henerty came, it was dismally fumbled and up stepped the fleet footed Jake Connelly to add a third goal and put the game well and truly to bed. Late on and shock, horror, pass me the pills - AFC Emley had a chance from a great move when a cross pinged off a defender and fell at the feet of Matthew Jackson - the opportunity however, went begging. In the last gasps of the game two more shots came in from the travelers toes and Emley put together the slickest and quickest move of the match with a clearance off the line denying them a perhaps deserved consolation - some days it just isn't meant to be. The ref blew immediately after - the contest was done. Not the greatest showcase of soccer today but several players put their arses on the line and worked up a good foam. Man of the Match though goes to Burscough's No 2 (Josh Dunroe) who played the game with a sparky attitude, kept order in his position and got forth whenever the opportunity arose. He was one to watch throughout and helped increase the headache of the home squad.
FINAL THOUGHT - A gritty game this with one team having no luck and suffering an off day and the other just having that keener edge and using their ability to communicate and see their colleagues position clearly. In fact this footballing lark is all about vision and if you are clued in to where your team-mates are and what runs they are making the game becomes so much simpler. Burscough seemed to have time to look up and see options, Emley looked rushed and once or twice I saw crosses made without any peeper seeking out a target. I wish both teams well in their seasons quest and reckon AFC Emley will be visited again, a fine ground, good chips and with a nice vibe - what more can we ask for? Well a few goals and a win next time - fingers crossed lads!
THE CUP DOTH OVERFLOWETH
5th August 2017 - Maine Road 3 v 2 Winsford United - The season is upon us and those wishing to drink from the cup of non-league football, who have been cruelly parched during the closed season, are all greedily gathered and prepared to sup til their stomachs distend and til their footballing brains are addled to utter buggery. Last season donated many thrills and spills to my observing peepers and I hoped that the forthcoming campaign would be equally gratifying and produce many fine clashes and goal-saturated affairs. After a morning finalising a few natural history photographs and sorting some punk related matters I arrived at the ground in good time to prepare for the forthcoming FA Cup tussle. This one was a toss-of-the-coin affair, even more so as it was the opening fixture of the 2017/18 season - here we go again, let the battle commence.
Anticipation was high, the onlookers waited for that first shrill of the whistle and the players took up their rehearsed positions. The referee checked his time-piece, the pea was vibrated and the globe of glory was rolling. It was a quick start with meagre chances at either end but after Road's No 2 played a sugar sweet pass that was only just intercepted he was allowed to attempt the same trick seconds later and this time did so with aplomb. The pass allowed a colleague to cross with pace and the first goal to arise. The claimant was Connor Hughes who slid in with eagle eyes zoned in on the flashing ball - by crikey though it was close to being an own goal! 6 minutes on the clock, the touch paper was lit, the first goal of the season was witnessed. Road came again, this time via some quality play by their No 11 (Jamie Roe) who squeezed through the defence and sharply shot only to be thwarted by a quick off the line mittman - good work all round! Winsford were wounded, they found further bite and started to snatch at the much sought after territory. Out of the blue a hopeful ball was tossed high into the box and not one person in the crowd thought anything would come of it. The keeper however was feeling charitable and after a horrible faux pas the ball slipped from his grasp and fell at the feet of Mike Koral who, with a brow free of sweat, picked his spot and slotted home from an acute angle. Well taken squire and after only 15 minutes parity was restored.
Despite the equilibrium now balanced one couldn't help feeling Winsford held more aces up their bee coloured sleeves although Road were more than holding their own. The next chance however came to the visitors when their solid No 9 shook his ass, weaved into a gap and unloaded a low firm shot that unluckily missed the far upright by only a few inches. This attempt was surely there to enthuse further effort but when the same team were working a passage in the middle of the park they were mightily aggrieved when the ball ricocheted off the referee, fell to a home bod who played in his colleague and happily saw him score the next goal. Matthew Morgan was the lucky recipient and took his chance well to give his team a quite fortunate advantage before the break. A passage of play followed with some niggling fouls and a few expletive laden back-chats to the man in black but Road were denied a chance to double their lead when a liquid move resulted in a close in shot that was stopped at point blank range by a keeper very much on form. For the last few minutes of the half Winsford played higher up the park and played with zest but Road held on and when the midway call for time came the Brantingham Boys were deserved of the lead.
Half-time came, I remained seated and had a chat with a decent bloke about the game in general and the overall quality of these two leagues that I am quite taken with. The man was a City fan but I held no grudges, the world is full of cursed people and our prayers that they will one day see the light is all we can humbly offer - ooh the silly sod. And back to the action!
Both teams displayed an early hunger in the second period, Winsford producing an early blinding cross that was disappointingly left unconnected. The home birds were busy, they had a lot to contend with and when a close in shot was saved by their No 1 and then the ball was put in the net via an eager nut, but ruled a foul, one could feel the pressure gauge rising on the team in front. This was a spunky start though and when, on the 52nd minute, the guests gushed forth with some intricate interplay and sharp manoeuvres the finishing cross and kill from Jordan Johnson was just reward for a vitality filled effort. The fizzing start continued with the Road keeper having to save low from another Yellow and Black attack and then stand back and watch a corner be met with a firm header and the ball to be sent crashing against his saving crossbar. Winsford were ablaze and were dominating matters with the MR lads trying their best to break away via a well timed through ball. Eventually the boys in blue suffocated the flames of Winsford and indulged in a flickering pressure themselves during which the visitors knackers were hardly scorched but were definitely branded with a resistant warning.
A lull came not long after and a slo-mo move came for the WU warriors with a mouth-watering cross putting the ball on a plate for the No 12 (Scott Taylor) who somehow managed to miss the target and put the ball behind - how on earth did he manage that? Free kicks were had at either end with Road's the better of the two and forcing the visiting keeper (Ross Heywood) to save once more. Defensive dawdling however could have put him right back in the shithouse but by hook or crook the ball was somehow hoofed clear. Next and Winsford had a surge with a well earned free-kick leading to a power header that was tidily saved. Road responded and if it wasn't for the toe of the away teams No 6 a golden opportunity would have been surely had. Alas this great defensive tackle fell into sombre shadows as more pissing about in the rear led to a loose clearance which was latched onto by MR's Owen Pollitt. He had time, he considered a potshot and duly let fly. The tips of the keepers fingers made contact, the ball looked to be flying over when, defying all mathematical logic, the angle of trajectory changed and the ball dropped in the net. The 90th minute killer and even though the referee let the game overrun Winsford were down and out and eventually...beaten. A sickening blow, a last gasp relief - the emotions of football rarely cover middle ground. A well contested affair this with some good stints thrown in but the eye-catching talent and Man of the Match today goes to Maine Road's No 2 (Jack Poxon) who played at his own pace, rarely put a foot wrong and picked out some peachy passes. I reckon there is a bright future here and if a bit more pace is injected then many teams will be put in some tricky situations.
FINAL THOUGHT - A new adventure of non-league football begins and already things are working out well. 5 goals here, a sun-soaked day and a match that could have gone either way up until the very least breath. The two units on show were as well balanced as Casanova's conkers and had has much spunk and spirit as found in the tingling sac. I reckon both clubs will do just fine this season with a sure-fire certainty that they will be involved in some real high scoring thrillers. This isn't bad for starters and gave all a definite value for money, especially the bloke who won the raffle and bagged the opening day's bottle of Scotch - ooh the lucky swine. Well, he may be the only one sozzled on the amber juice tonight but I am sure we shall all be tanked up on the ales of non-league football for many a month to come. Here's hoping now pass me another cup!
Anticipation was high, the onlookers waited for that first shrill of the whistle and the players took up their rehearsed positions. The referee checked his time-piece, the pea was vibrated and the globe of glory was rolling. It was a quick start with meagre chances at either end but after Road's No 2 played a sugar sweet pass that was only just intercepted he was allowed to attempt the same trick seconds later and this time did so with aplomb. The pass allowed a colleague to cross with pace and the first goal to arise. The claimant was Connor Hughes who slid in with eagle eyes zoned in on the flashing ball - by crikey though it was close to being an own goal! 6 minutes on the clock, the touch paper was lit, the first goal of the season was witnessed. Road came again, this time via some quality play by their No 11 (Jamie Roe) who squeezed through the defence and sharply shot only to be thwarted by a quick off the line mittman - good work all round! Winsford were wounded, they found further bite and started to snatch at the much sought after territory. Out of the blue a hopeful ball was tossed high into the box and not one person in the crowd thought anything would come of it. The keeper however was feeling charitable and after a horrible faux pas the ball slipped from his grasp and fell at the feet of Mike Koral who, with a brow free of sweat, picked his spot and slotted home from an acute angle. Well taken squire and after only 15 minutes parity was restored.
Despite the equilibrium now balanced one couldn't help feeling Winsford held more aces up their bee coloured sleeves although Road were more than holding their own. The next chance however came to the visitors when their solid No 9 shook his ass, weaved into a gap and unloaded a low firm shot that unluckily missed the far upright by only a few inches. This attempt was surely there to enthuse further effort but when the same team were working a passage in the middle of the park they were mightily aggrieved when the ball ricocheted off the referee, fell to a home bod who played in his colleague and happily saw him score the next goal. Matthew Morgan was the lucky recipient and took his chance well to give his team a quite fortunate advantage before the break. A passage of play followed with some niggling fouls and a few expletive laden back-chats to the man in black but Road were denied a chance to double their lead when a liquid move resulted in a close in shot that was stopped at point blank range by a keeper very much on form. For the last few minutes of the half Winsford played higher up the park and played with zest but Road held on and when the midway call for time came the Brantingham Boys were deserved of the lead.
Half-time came, I remained seated and had a chat with a decent bloke about the game in general and the overall quality of these two leagues that I am quite taken with. The man was a City fan but I held no grudges, the world is full of cursed people and our prayers that they will one day see the light is all we can humbly offer - ooh the silly sod. And back to the action!
Both teams displayed an early hunger in the second period, Winsford producing an early blinding cross that was disappointingly left unconnected. The home birds were busy, they had a lot to contend with and when a close in shot was saved by their No 1 and then the ball was put in the net via an eager nut, but ruled a foul, one could feel the pressure gauge rising on the team in front. This was a spunky start though and when, on the 52nd minute, the guests gushed forth with some intricate interplay and sharp manoeuvres the finishing cross and kill from Jordan Johnson was just reward for a vitality filled effort. The fizzing start continued with the Road keeper having to save low from another Yellow and Black attack and then stand back and watch a corner be met with a firm header and the ball to be sent crashing against his saving crossbar. Winsford were ablaze and were dominating matters with the MR lads trying their best to break away via a well timed through ball. Eventually the boys in blue suffocated the flames of Winsford and indulged in a flickering pressure themselves during which the visitors knackers were hardly scorched but were definitely branded with a resistant warning.
A lull came not long after and a slo-mo move came for the WU warriors with a mouth-watering cross putting the ball on a plate for the No 12 (Scott Taylor) who somehow managed to miss the target and put the ball behind - how on earth did he manage that? Free kicks were had at either end with Road's the better of the two and forcing the visiting keeper (Ross Heywood) to save once more. Defensive dawdling however could have put him right back in the shithouse but by hook or crook the ball was somehow hoofed clear. Next and Winsford had a surge with a well earned free-kick leading to a power header that was tidily saved. Road responded and if it wasn't for the toe of the away teams No 6 a golden opportunity would have been surely had. Alas this great defensive tackle fell into sombre shadows as more pissing about in the rear led to a loose clearance which was latched onto by MR's Owen Pollitt. He had time, he considered a potshot and duly let fly. The tips of the keepers fingers made contact, the ball looked to be flying over when, defying all mathematical logic, the angle of trajectory changed and the ball dropped in the net. The 90th minute killer and even though the referee let the game overrun Winsford were down and out and eventually...beaten. A sickening blow, a last gasp relief - the emotions of football rarely cover middle ground. A well contested affair this with some good stints thrown in but the eye-catching talent and Man of the Match today goes to Maine Road's No 2 (Jack Poxon) who played at his own pace, rarely put a foot wrong and picked out some peachy passes. I reckon there is a bright future here and if a bit more pace is injected then many teams will be put in some tricky situations.
FINAL THOUGHT - A new adventure of non-league football begins and already things are working out well. 5 goals here, a sun-soaked day and a match that could have gone either way up until the very least breath. The two units on show were as well balanced as Casanova's conkers and had has much spunk and spirit as found in the tingling sac. I reckon both clubs will do just fine this season with a sure-fire certainty that they will be involved in some real high scoring thrillers. This isn't bad for starters and gave all a definite value for money, especially the bloke who won the raffle and bagged the opening day's bottle of Scotch - ooh the lucky swine. Well, he may be the only one sozzled on the amber juice tonight but I am sure we shall all be tanked up on the ales of non-league football for many a month to come. Here's hoping now pass me another cup!
Wednesday, 10 May 2017
2016/17 SEASON ROUND UP
Matches attended
69
Goals witnessed
268
Average goals per game
3.88
Highest scoring game
Maine Road 5 v 4 Bootle FC
Ten most seen teams
Cheadle Town 11
West Didsbury & Chorlton 8
Maine Road 8
Stockport Town 7
Sandbach Utd 6
Carlisle City 6
Abbey Hey 6
Prestwich Heys 5
Runcorn Town 5
Congleton Town 4
Raffles won
1
End of season round-up
It has been a long old season this one and one I have made a real effort with. My punk DIY spirit has been gratified by witnessing a continuing saga that, in the main is untainted by money and is supported by people who are not interested in the big idiot shenanigans of mainstream football and who just want to see a good honest game played for the sheer love of it. I have met many fine folk along the way and enjoyed all manner of conversation and have felt welcome at each and every ground myself and my good lady have visited. I have a few spiked souls who join me now and again on the touchline and who have also enjoyed what they have witnessed. To add to this I have had many encouraging comments and positive feedback regarding my soccerised scribblings which I hope keeps people enthused and keeps them out there supporting their clubs and keeping things mighty real and pure.
I would be hard pushed to pick one favourite ground over the previous months and, as a neutral, I feel it would be unfair to commit myself as, in blatant truth, I have taken great pleasure in every location we have visited. I must say though that Congleton Town have a ruddy good set up, their chips are absolutely spot on and it is a veritable must visit several times next season.
My memories of the season are many with the 9 goal thriller between Maine Road and Bootle FC a night to look back on with sincere pleasure and the recent visit to Darwen AFC in glorious sunshine a cracking day out. Many away trips have been combined with wildlife excursions and the 5 day jaunt up to Carlisle were we saw the home birds play, as well as Holker Old Boys, was a great success. The 2 trips to Blackpool to spend the mornings observing the natural world and then to watch Squires Gate and Blackpool AFC were superb and will no doubt be repeated each and every year (if the missus agrees). Jaunts to New Mills FC are always rewarding and the vibes at City of Liverpool and West Didsbury & Chorlton show that there is plenty of potential to build on at some of these well-supported clubs. To add though, that bloody droning chant of ‘West Didsbury & Chorlton’ is a real head sticker and many a time I have had it whirling round my noggin when doing something else that has nothing to do with football . What a bloody tune ha, ha.
What I do like about these games is the character they hold, with their long term supporters in the crowd, the on-the-cusp reality of many situations and the numerous volunteers who give up their time to do something bloody worthwhile. A chat too with a couple of groundsmen was very heart-warming and great to know that there are still people out there who take great pride in their work.
The weather needs a mention at this point as, as is the norm in many walks of life in this unpredictable country, it is a great talking point and separates the ardent supporter from the fair-weather fan. Looking back though on the freezings, the sun-drenched occasions, the windblown affairs and the odd soaking I reckon all of these diverse climactic angles all breeds colour and gives the game we know and love an extra splash of untold life, something we may moan about but I am sure wouldn't do without. There is a romantic perversion involved in shivering your knackers off on a midweek December night whilst two teams battle out a contest that, in the great scheme of things matters not one jot. What is that thing that forces us to get up, sit tight and endure the big chill and still go home contented? Madness or passion, perhaps a bit of both.
So I sign off here and do so well chuffed with what I have seen and with an embryonic longing for the start of the new season. The break is necessary though as it keeps us all keen and when August comes around I wish all and sundry good health and happiness and a rousing spirit to indulge in another season of worthwhile football.
Cheers to all – keep at it folks and make sure you enjoy it all and keep it fair, welcoming and honest! Therein the secret lies, therein success is found!
Saturday, 6 May 2017
WATERTIGHT LITHERLAND MARCH ON
6th May 2017 - Litherland Remyca FC 1 v 0 Sandbach Utd - I thought I had done with the football season this year but the play-off's caught my eye and 2 tasty affairs looked to be on the cards. The toss of a coin and a match was chosen. After a morn of chores myself and my good lady headed down to the Litherland Sports Park in Liverpool with time very much on our side. We parked up, I had a read (The Unholy Crusdade' by Dennis Wheatley) whilst my missus had a cat-nap and then we entered the ground in conditions best describe as 'crap'. Dull, dreary and cold (a bit like the inside of Theresa May's knickers so I hear) and a far cry from the previous weeks lashings of solar warmth and feelgood brightness. Tea and a snack and our seats were taken, hopeful of a good match and that rectal hypothermia didn't take hold - by heck what a bracing climate. A chat with 2 friendly bods from Charnock Richard warmed the cockles and as a few punters began to pile in many salivating jowls of anticipation flowed freely. Here is my take on a very important fixture that was a ruddy crippler to call.
The start was quiet and tentative with the Remyca lads having the first real chance when the crust of their No 9 (Colin McDonald) flicked on the ball to a pacey No 10 (Alex Ryan) who shot, hit the inside of the post and watched in disbelief as the globe bounced back across the face of the goal with no takers available. What a chance! A tasty tackle was the next talking point as Litherland's No 2 (Lee McConchie) got an early booking which one hoped wouldn't be costly later on. The free kick that came was harmless and hoofed straight out of play - disappointing to say the least. Both defensive units now began to stifle any further attacks and looked very organised indeed. Remyca seemed to have the slight upper hand and when, out of nowhere, McDonald was clobbered in the box, a penalty was given and up stepped Ryan to convert and give that precious early breakthrough.
More balanced play ensued, Remyca came close again when McDonald attempted to lob the keeper and was mightily unfortunate to see the ball just miss the target. Sandbach tried to push further up field but were kept at bay by a sturdy rear guard. Excitement remained low, the highlight was a wandering dog walker roaming around the pitchside in a state of cerebral oblivion - I hope he had a few doggy bags handy. Things dwindled until Litherland won a free kick and the persistent menace No 6 (Stephen Ferrigan) was found and put the ball in the back of the net. The goal looked good but the linesman waved his flag and, somewhat controversially, it was a case of no goal. Who knows why is beyond me! As the half wound down the hosts came again and put in another free punt that was untidily dealt with but lead to a Sandbach counterattack. It was a 4 on 2 situation and if it wasn't for a cracking last gasp tackle from Litherland's No 5 (Stephen King) the game could have been all square. A final free-kick from the visitors ended the half on a duff note and it must be noted that this wasn't a classic encounter. The ref blew and me and my good lady shared a Twirl and a cuppa.
The second half began with Sandbach showing a bit more friskiness and urgency but with the LR lads as stubborn and resistant as per. Trying to remove the stains from a pair of vagabond's underpants would have been easier than trying to get through Litherland's defence, but Sandbach kept on plugging away. They had a chance to re-ignite the game's touchpaper when their No 3 (Jamie Morgan) created a spark and let loose a neat shot that needed the home goalie to parry away. Next, and Litherland broke fast but the end result was nothing more than a ballooned shot but soon after the home birds came again with McDonald in the thick of it which led to a chance for his colleague (Michael Boyle) to shoot and make the keeper save low to his left. The impetus began to rise, Sandbach were looking to force the issue, Remyca were happy to sit back and look for a quick attack. On the 76th minute Sandbach had a glorious effort via their No 10 (Ryan Alcock) who cracked in a sugar sweet volley only to hit the outside of the far post, a great shot and unlucky to miss the net. Litherland though still held threat despite Sandbach probing ever deeper. Late efforts by the visitors were quelled by a solid back unit and even when a brace of shots flew through, their yellow clad man between the sticks stood firm and blocked with ease. The 90 minutes were up and 6 minutes of injury time were added. I expected a late bout of gung-ho from the Cheshire crew but they seemed almost all out of gas and I thought when the referee finalised proceedings the result was the correct one. Man of the Match could have gone to any of the Litherland Remyca lads as they all put in a bloody good stint but I shall opt for their No 8 (Sam Wilkie) who combined good skill, awareness and just 'balls-out' desire to always give his team a fighting chance. Like I say I could have picked one of many from the team but this guy did mightily well and certainly caught my roving peeper.
FINAL THOUGHT - Love em' or loathe em' the play-offs are a fascinating final treat for all lovers of the glorious game. Sandbach have been hit for six this week, losing a cup final and now beaten in this semi-final affair. They should take heart though and remind themselves what a bloody good effort they have put in this season and how much they have to build on for next year - surely a force to be reckoned with. Litherland Remyca have gone about their business quietly and effectively and got this far on nothing less than concrete teamwork and a deep understanding of the team game. They will now meet local rivals the City of Liverpool in the final in what promises to be a really close contest. Place a wager at your peril or toss a coin and take a punt. I wish both teams all the best and reckon it could end up coming all down down to penalties - cripes, can you take it?
The start was quiet and tentative with the Remyca lads having the first real chance when the crust of their No 9 (Colin McDonald) flicked on the ball to a pacey No 10 (Alex Ryan) who shot, hit the inside of the post and watched in disbelief as the globe bounced back across the face of the goal with no takers available. What a chance! A tasty tackle was the next talking point as Litherland's No 2 (Lee McConchie) got an early booking which one hoped wouldn't be costly later on. The free kick that came was harmless and hoofed straight out of play - disappointing to say the least. Both defensive units now began to stifle any further attacks and looked very organised indeed. Remyca seemed to have the slight upper hand and when, out of nowhere, McDonald was clobbered in the box, a penalty was given and up stepped Ryan to convert and give that precious early breakthrough.
More balanced play ensued, Remyca came close again when McDonald attempted to lob the keeper and was mightily unfortunate to see the ball just miss the target. Sandbach tried to push further up field but were kept at bay by a sturdy rear guard. Excitement remained low, the highlight was a wandering dog walker roaming around the pitchside in a state of cerebral oblivion - I hope he had a few doggy bags handy. Things dwindled until Litherland won a free kick and the persistent menace No 6 (Stephen Ferrigan) was found and put the ball in the back of the net. The goal looked good but the linesman waved his flag and, somewhat controversially, it was a case of no goal. Who knows why is beyond me! As the half wound down the hosts came again and put in another free punt that was untidily dealt with but lead to a Sandbach counterattack. It was a 4 on 2 situation and if it wasn't for a cracking last gasp tackle from Litherland's No 5 (Stephen King) the game could have been all square. A final free-kick from the visitors ended the half on a duff note and it must be noted that this wasn't a classic encounter. The ref blew and me and my good lady shared a Twirl and a cuppa.
The second half began with Sandbach showing a bit more friskiness and urgency but with the LR lads as stubborn and resistant as per. Trying to remove the stains from a pair of vagabond's underpants would have been easier than trying to get through Litherland's defence, but Sandbach kept on plugging away. They had a chance to re-ignite the game's touchpaper when their No 3 (Jamie Morgan) created a spark and let loose a neat shot that needed the home goalie to parry away. Next, and Litherland broke fast but the end result was nothing more than a ballooned shot but soon after the home birds came again with McDonald in the thick of it which led to a chance for his colleague (Michael Boyle) to shoot and make the keeper save low to his left. The impetus began to rise, Sandbach were looking to force the issue, Remyca were happy to sit back and look for a quick attack. On the 76th minute Sandbach had a glorious effort via their No 10 (Ryan Alcock) who cracked in a sugar sweet volley only to hit the outside of the far post, a great shot and unlucky to miss the net. Litherland though still held threat despite Sandbach probing ever deeper. Late efforts by the visitors were quelled by a solid back unit and even when a brace of shots flew through, their yellow clad man between the sticks stood firm and blocked with ease. The 90 minutes were up and 6 minutes of injury time were added. I expected a late bout of gung-ho from the Cheshire crew but they seemed almost all out of gas and I thought when the referee finalised proceedings the result was the correct one. Man of the Match could have gone to any of the Litherland Remyca lads as they all put in a bloody good stint but I shall opt for their No 8 (Sam Wilkie) who combined good skill, awareness and just 'balls-out' desire to always give his team a fighting chance. Like I say I could have picked one of many from the team but this guy did mightily well and certainly caught my roving peeper.
FINAL THOUGHT - Love em' or loathe em' the play-offs are a fascinating final treat for all lovers of the glorious game. Sandbach have been hit for six this week, losing a cup final and now beaten in this semi-final affair. They should take heart though and remind themselves what a bloody good effort they have put in this season and how much they have to build on for next year - surely a force to be reckoned with. Litherland Remyca have gone about their business quietly and effectively and got this far on nothing less than concrete teamwork and a deep understanding of the team game. They will now meet local rivals the City of Liverpool in the final in what promises to be a really close contest. Place a wager at your peril or toss a coin and take a punt. I wish both teams all the best and reckon it could end up coming all down down to penalties - cripes, can you take it?
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