MATCH DAY MATTERS
Monday, 4 August 2025
PLUNDERING OLD UN'S
Wednesday, 30 July 2025
DEFIANCE DEFEATED
29th July 2025 - Cheadle Town 1 v 2 Ramsbottom United - After yesterday’s 4 hour pootle and 24.5 mile bike ride my arse was a little tender and the Achilles Tendons were twanging. This bastard carcass is just a bag of twinges, twangs and twattery - growing old is, a ruddy trial. I beetled to and from work in weather 'dubious', caught up with a superfluity of tasks and when home, finalised a few wildlife ID's and stretched the muscles (all except one muscle that is due to the fact it needs a little more persuasive attention these days). Tea was in keeping with my new dietary requirements, I watched a bit of Steptoe and Son (ooh what a nasty old bleeder) and was dropped off at the ground by my good lady. I arrived just prior to kick-off and took myself to the far side of the ground in a somewhat anti-social manner. The skies were untrustworthy so I had my brolly, this was the 3rd match of the new campaign (one being a friendly) and my second match report. The aim, to keep things as a mixed bag, to help parade a few teams and the Non-League wonder and of course, to see as many goals as possible during the quest to see 60 to 80 matches during the campaign. Some folks will do more, some will do less, just enjoy it and appreciate.
Sunday, 27 July 2025
OPENING DAY GRINDER
Sunday, 20 July 2025
END OF SEASON ROUND-UP
Matches attended
51
Goals witnessed
171
Average goals per game
3.35
Highest scoring game
Wolverhampton Sporting Community 2 v 5 Abbey Hulton Utd
Ten most seen teams
Maine Road FC 9
Cheadle Town 8
Cheadle Heath Nomads 7
Atherton Laburnum Rovers 4
Irlam FC 4
Styal FC 2
Foley Meir 2
Glossop NE FC 2
Colne FC 2
Longridge Town 2
Raffles won
Bugger all!
Match Reports Done - 12 (I was busy with noise and nature for sure).
End of season round-up
A late round-up and looking at the stats some ruddy slack work on my part. It has been a busy few years in many ways and a real test of the cerebral resolve and my willingness to get up and go. Losing friends and my touchline buddy STP Stu, the shitty health issues, the eternal mental health anxieties and the immersion into many other realms finds me struggling to do everything I want to do in the 24 hour days that refuse to stretch any further. I still managed to squeeze in just over a half century of games though with plenty of new grounds visited. It is all better than nowt and with my eternal dabblings with noise and nature, spending time with the good lasses, holding down a job and leading many wildlife walks I can't really grumble (but I am sure I will).
Maine Road FC is still a favoured haunt, they started the season well but things unravelled slightly and a play-off spot was missed - such is the capricious beauty of this raw and real game. As well as floating round to some rather marvellous new places such as Madeley White Star, Loughborough Dynamos, Tintwistle Athletic, Foley Meir and Pennington FC we visited a few places that were far from aesthetically pleasing but which had the DIY spirit that we are always happy to support. We have many new grounds to revisit that is for sure and as matters stand, a few extras to visit after the usual annual juggling. Add to this a few we missed last time around and already the calendar is cluttered and utterly unrealistic.
One gripe as regards the season last time around was the disjointed NWCFL matches that saw several months rammed to the rafters with fixtures and then a couple of months with hardly anything locally to attend. It all seemed rather unbalanced and in truth, I lost a bit of patience halfway through and tended to just do weekend games. When the candle is burned at both ends (and in the middle) the thought of farting around in the freezing depths of winter, on a worknight, just didn't appeal this time around. I did have a hernia operation in February too, which slowed me right up and left me in a great need of keeping the conkers cradled and warm rather than dangling forth on a wintry night on some Godforsaken touchline (nowt new there then).
Overall though I enjoyed what I saw, plan to spend the next campaign as equally well-spread and to hopefully get a good balance between the old favourites and some unvisited grounds that are long overdue a Fungal presence. The aim is to get closer to the 500 match reports target (427 have been done) and do a few more interviews for that fine publication Where's The Bar? I am sure that along the way I will meet some familiar faces and meet some new eager beavers whilst pondering a game that is played by many teams going nowhere, doing what they do with good passion and continuing to provide honest, approachable entertainment at level reality. As per, fuck the big teams, the coin, the ego and the success jockeys who feed on the rear of the shitting sell-outs. Keep it real, be thankful you are clued in to this wonderfully warted and raw-assed game and keep getting out on the touchline and helping things roll along. The key to all is to remember - this is just a game, let us keep it fun, welcoming and played in the finest of spirits. The macho bullshit is a weakness and the pointless bickering and niggles a sign of a lack of self-belief. Get out, smile, do it and just be thankful that you are part of something very special. Right - where's my knitted testicle cups?
Monday, 10 February 2025
SCRAPING BY
9th February 2025 - Thornton Cleveleys FC 1 v 2 Atherton Laburnum Rovers - Me and the missus were up early, as was our fine daughter who was dropped off at the local train station so she could go into Manchester and do a few set tasks. We were soon on the road and after just over 1 hour, we were parked up in Fleetwood where we had a mooch. A fine indoor market was a joy, retailers of various odds and ends were noted, some were selling knickers for those penny-pinching grannies and smoking requisites for those still enjoying a drag. The whole place had a distinct feeling of nostalgia and something honest. We ended up with 4 more books, 2 bumblebee cushions and a fine early lunch around the corner at Pablo's cafe.
Prior to today's game we still had time to deal with and so headed to Skippool Creek for a walk and an indulgence in nature. It was a nice stroll despite a few folks letting their dogs run riot and all and sundry not taking note of the miracles around them. We know the world is screwed and this country is falling apart at the seams, too many are out in the wild with no inkling what is nearby. Today we were blessed with flocks of fine Lapwings, Curlews, Black Tailed Godwits and Redshanks with decent numbers of Shelduck, Teal and various Gulls all in the mix as well as a few fungi, 2 of which were something of a rarity. Darn the digital drain and the blinkers that are forced over peoples peepers.
After the walk we nipped into a garden centre, made a couple of purchases and arrived at the ground for today's hoofing entertainment. A warm brew, toast, a sausage roll and a contemplation of the pending game and a few local birdies. My missus opted for a 2-2 draw, I fancied a 1-3 end result - as it transpired we were both close but failed to bag the bacon. It was a cold day, I regretted not picking up and donning a pair of the budget bloomers - a big mistake, I just hoped my Larry Grayson hand-knitted underduds would keep certain areas warm - ooh shut that arse crack!
The game was soon afoot, within a few minutes the first break came with the home No 9 (Luke Noble) executing a delicious touch and turn before breaking from a tight pack and putting in a decent low shot. The guest keeper was wide awake and produced a more than adequate save (ooh the spoilsport). A corner came and was nutted out with a repeat corner contributing to some good pressure that saw ALR scramble clear.
On the game went, the hosts won the 3rd corner of the game with the guests defending well and maintaining their foothold despite the early advances from the opposing force. As the TC lads pressed once more the Rovers reacted and cultivated their first attack. No 10 (Thomas Romano) wandered and weaved, put in a cross that No 9 (Ryan Talbot) headed towards goal only to see the ball miss by mere inches.
And 2 more corners came, one for the home team that saw a cranial connection by a striker send the ball the wrong way and a brace of quick follow-up shots get blocked by well-flung defensive carcasses. ALR's angled kick brought no penetration either as the guardian of the meshing did what they were expected to do. Atherton were soon advancing again with a fine cross finding Talbot's bonce but with the ball, once more, straying off target.
This was a fascinating game with Thornton Cleveleys continuing to make most of the running with plenty of flowing football and notable endeavour. The opponents were stuttering along in a disjointed fashion but, like any team having a good season, they were still holding their own and promising to pounce.
Romano for the Rovers had a shot saved, No 7 (Jordan Beavers) finalised a counter but was again denied by the man between the timbers. The instant response came, ALR's ever efficient and troublesome Romano crossed, a poke to goal came, the keeper fumbled and the ball was tapped home. It looked to be a shocker, the liner was waving his flag for offside, would the resident pack learn from this scare and put the pennant waving chap on their Christmas Card list?
A move by the home team saw a throw, touch and pass see No 10 (Benjamin Duffield) full stop matters with a rather weak shot the mitter easily dealt with. The same number at the other end tried to punish this tame effort but was just denied a breakthrough and so we remained all square. A brace of ALR corners came, the first produced nowt, the second saw a sound delivery get palmed away and No 4 (Lewis Adams) collect. A quick turn, a no-nonsense shot and the keeper flapped and the globe entered the netting to give the guests that all important first goal - and against the grain it was.
The visitors now rose in confidence, Romano and No 2 (George Chadwick) linked up, a cross ensued with the home No 1 (James Faiers) down well to smother all potential danger. The Gamble Road Crew now dug deep, a shot from No 8 (Oliver Wilkinson) went just wide and a punt from No 4 (Adam Sumner) had too much elevation and was disappointing to say the least. The menace that is Romano had a pop for the leading team next with the keeper saving well and keeping his squad in it. From here more efforts came, Chadwick for the yellow and blues was unlucky not to double his side's lead when the ball clattered the horizontal. Thornton Cleveleys were living on the edge.
This was an all action game, I was struggling to keep my notes up to speed. The hosts broke with a lofted ball from No 11 (Daniel Stoney) finding Noble who was vulgarly tumbled. Stoney took the free-kick, a deflection saw Beavers nip in to bury, the keeper did mighty well to stay alert and save. 2 corners came and went, bugger all was borne before ALR sprinted away, Romano feeding Talbot who side footed his shot with the the gloved one just saving and touching onto the bar and over. The corner (the 10th of the match) was delivered with eye-snagging quality, from the in-box confusion an own goal was witnessed, somehow Thornton Cleveleys were heading into the break 2 goals down. Noble had one final punt to half the deficit but the ball put in a good impression of John Noake's mutt Shep, and wouldn't stay down, phew - what a turn up, where's me Blue Peter badge?
Half-time saw warming brews, a contemplation of the game so far and a check on other results. Me and the missus also admired a pair of stunning Mistle Thrushes that were sat in a nearby tree probably wondering what those multi-coloured daft buggers were doing chasing an inedible sphere. On a day that was getting colder by the minute, I could have been forgiven for thinking the same.
Half two began with the pack with their peckers up making a quick move via Romano who fed Chadwick who had shot but was denied glory by the goalkeeper's legs. A break in play followed, a player was crook, a few verbals at the referee were choice, the game was soon back underway with shots each end not adding to the day's goal tally.
From here we saw a good flourish of activity from the Cleveley's ranks, the 11th and 12th corners of the match followed with No 3 (Harry Norris) putting one header over and another on the wrong side of the upright.
The games first dry period came, a whole heap of exertive toil took place at both ends (and in the middle) of the pitch. From the snuffing out patch ALR broke with rapid and direct purpose. Several light and accurate passes came, Chadwick was the pinnacle component of the move and had the mittman to beat and the game to bury. The shot was blazed over and we were soon down the other end of the playing arena with Sumner exposing tidy feet and hitting a crisp shot that, like an over-exertive Playtex Bra, just had too much uplift.
It looked as though the score was settled when Thornton Cleveleys won a free-kick and the ball entered the box. A poor header was the result and (surprise, surprise), an own goal and a life-line for the hosts. Within a minute the same team were advancing again with a free-kick cheekily flicked on by No 8 (Oliver Wilkinson) and the target zone nearly troubled. That was mighty close.
A few subs came, we entered the closing stages with a few bookings needed to quell some growing unrest. TC's Noble had a crack that went straight into the keepers midriff and yet another corner came but ALR were veritable concrete. As the arse end of the game was exposed, the hosts were just lacking the all important razor cut although a couple of late corners nearly bore fruit but a splendid block by Chadwick and a great catch by the No 1 (Joseph Bickerstaffe) helped the guests keep their noses in front. Before the final whistle a cross for the home team saw Noble touch on and another own goal nearly arise - ALR survived, a last corner failed to add a dramatic full stop and we were eventually... done.
I had found this a thoroughly enjoyable game, I thought it was a very close contest and on a different day the result could have swung the other way. Man of the Match threw several players into the melting pot but I thought Atherton Laburnum Rover's No 2 (George Chadwick) was effective in various areas and a real reliable rock when it mattered. This stint, and several others, made sure the team looking for promotion, scraped by with a win. It all matters.
FINAL THOUGHTS - A new ground is always a bonus, the brew and toast were grand and we had the pleasure of witnessing a very competitive game. Thornton Cleveley's only have one area to deal with and that is, taking their chances when they arise. They played well today, made many a fine advance but just lacked that decisive touch at the last. This and a slight tightening tweak at the back and they could move up a couple of places before the season is done. If they carry on in the same vein, by heck could relegation be a possibility? Atherton Laburnum Rovers have the league in their hands and if they keep churning out the wins then they will win automatic promotion. They have some real fine elements in their squad, seem to have a knack to ride a rough period without any leakage and, always look a threat when attacking. I would be mightily surprised if this lot don't win the league but, matters are far from settled. We went homeward looking forward to a warm and the latest episode of Z-Cars - as per, variety is a glorious spice.