31st December 2016 - AFC Liverpool 3 v 2 West Didsbury and Chorlton - A match with the missus today and after arriving at the ground in plenty of time we had a mooch in a local charity shop and then hit the ground to partake of a warm drink. Taking up our positions we awaited a game that looked set to be close but little did we realise what a well-balanced and thoroughly enthralling affair it would be!
The match commenced, both teams looked to play the ball on the green, the first chance soon came the way of the away squad with a defending slip offering the No 9 a chance to take aim, pull the trigger and...blast over. 2 more immediate chances came with one causing the ball to be cleared off the line by a very alert home keeper. The other shot flew wide but warnings were high and the Didsbury dudes had made their presence felt. Straight down the other end and a rapid break saw a close in cross get nutted but fly just over with the men in red wondering how the chance was missed. West Didsbury and Chorlton now just started to shade proceedings, they had better off the ball movement and a greater awareness of the play around them but, AFC Liverpool were holding their line and were in no way on the back peg. In fact a hopeful ball from the home side was tossed into the box and a goal could easily have been the result if it wasn't for the goalie who came and cleared whilst getting clobbered in one ungracious move. It was already proving to be a fascinating encounter and even the cannabis fumes that blew our way failed to dull the senses as we both remained intrigued by the action. The home fans began to holler, many good performances were coming to the fore - where would that opening strike come from?
Half chances did appear, both goalkeepers were on form. An error from player of the half, Liverpool's No 8, allowed a WDC bod to roar in a shot but the netter saved well and kept this captivating encounter all square. A few seconds later the mitt man had to deal with another shot, this time the save was more comfortable and we still had to wait for a breakthrough. Alas it was only time that was saving the lads in red from a leakage and on the 34th minute, after much scurrying, a shot by Joseph Shaw came, squeezed in low by the post and gave the visitors their just deserved advantage. Before the break Liverpool had to face another couple of fierce shots and then see a breakaway nulled at the last moment by a fine tackle from their opponents No 2, a moment that I feel deserved particular attention. Liverpool were now playing some half decent football but the globe was just not bouncing with any favour and although their No 9 (Jason Carey) was starting to impose himself it was his opposite number (Saul Henderson) who snuck in after an innocuous break and slotted home to double his team's lead. In response though, the aforementioned player who sported the same digit refused to be outshone and after some good battling work by his comrades he connected with a cross and fired home right on the 45th minute. A turning point? It could well be!
A wander for a drink and a water leak and back on the touchline. Place your bets folks, this was up in the air.
AFC Liverpool were out of the traps chomping and an instantaneous attack saw a cross get nutted across and the hard-working No 8 fire and force a decent save. A corner followed, another shot flew in, just off target - be warned WDC, be warned! The away 'erberts reacted, No 6 fired one in, again just wide - the temperature was certainly rising though. The home teams' tails were now up and after another shot whizzed wide one pondered an equalising goal that certainly seemed on the cards of destiny. No sooner pondered then the prospect bore fruit when a counterpunching breakaway saw a long-looping shot by Jack Leamey find the net and leave the keeper stranded. A great goal, one best described methinks as a 'super looper'. The fightback was nearly complete but the visiting troops dug deep and found it within themselves to produce a couple of goal attempts that may have posed little threat but still sent out the message that the game was far from done. A see-saw in possession came, a moment of genius or a second of ill-fortune may decide the outcome. Suddenly a minor faux pas at West Didsbury's rear allowed the ominous No 7 (Emini Adegbenro) to slip in, round the keeper and slot home like a seasoned pro. The ensuing jig of delight was well earned although won't get him a slot on next years Strictly Come Dancing. Now the home squad looked more lively, their guests slightly jaded and when the Liverpool No 7 popped up again, challenged the keeper, won the ball and shot, it was only good charm that saw a defender clear the line and keep things competitive. Midfield mayhem arrived, one team looked to cement the win, the other strove to get back in it. AFC Liverpool came close to undoing all their good work when a bit of careless tossing about in their opponents half saw the ball lost, a breakaway come and an equalising effort just squandered at the last, much to the relief of the heads in red. Doggedly though they worked away and saw out the last 10 minutes and took the final 3 points available of 2016 and, in many ways, showed what a team can do with a never say die attitude and a determination to not stop chasing a seemingly lost cause. The final whistle brought to an end the football of 2016 and what a high to finish. Man of the Match for me is going to AFC Liverpool's No 4 (Kieron Brislen) who shifted his arse when necessary, tackled and trudged when called upon and kept a cool head in the midst of much action. A stout performance and one of many good efforts on the day.
FINAL THOUGHT - A superb tussle this, one that indicated just how well matched many of the teams in the Hallmark Security League are. The visit to the land of Ken Dodd, Jimmy Tarbuck, Cilla Black and perhaps the biggest clown of all, Derek Hatton, was well worth the effort and we shall certainly be returning to see how things transpire in the land of Scouse. On the way home we got a cake and a pasty and had a safe journey and, I even picked up the telephone number of a gay Diddyman in case I ever go on the turn. All in all a very successful venture!
Saturday 31 December 2016
CRIMBO LIMBO STOCKING FILLER
30th December 2016 - Maine Road 2 v 2 AFC Darwen - After 3 short days at work and the cretinous Christmas mania brushed aside it was good to end the week with a local match featuring 2 sides from the premiership. Upon arrival I purchased the usual cup of tea and Twix bar and headed out beneath the grimy grey skies and watched the brief warm-ups. I expected a decent do tonight although favour was swinging towards the home team who were higher in the league and capable of some sweet football. A chinwag with a Darwen fan, a chomp on the chocolate and the cha' slurped - it was then, kick-off time.
The start was pace injected with good hustling animation coming from the Darwen players that created the first shot of the match but a tidy save was made that allowed The Road to respond with a shot of their own and some sleeves rolled up grit. A shining example of this early steeliness came when the home side's No 7 fought like a dog in the middle of the park and won a seemingly lost ball which allowed one of his colleagues to shoot and force the keeper to save but fumble. From here Road began to hold good position and pushed forth with eye-catching movement and, in many respects, solidity. They duly won a free-kick, the cross was delivered and a noggin connected. The ball appeared to fly over but, to the amazement of myself and those around me, the sphere looped in and a goal was had for Stephen Mason. Darn these ruddy spectacles, or did the roof of the net have a hole in it? What a shocker!
A goal in the red Darwen now upped the tempo and attacked with desire and at one point did find the net after an initial save by the reliable Road netter was followed up and tapped home but, the linesman ruled offside and the home chaps could sigh with relief. The Road responded again, a 3 shot salvo saw 2 blocks and another fine save made then a tap in saw the keeper respond once more - sweet work by the man in the mitts. The home side continued to play well at the rear and build their attacks with thought whilst Darwen harried and forced the midfield area to become something of a melee. Again Maine Road found room to shoot, this time from a free-kick which opened the way for their No 8 to have a pop, once more the keeper did the business. A golden ball from the back was played next, this time by Road's No 2 who found his front man, only to see the said striker dawdle and lose the ball quite carelessly. Some excellent action ensued, end to end stuff with a superfluity of last gasp tackles, blocked shots and good old perspiration. Darwen were working their knackers off, Road continued to play from the rear - it was a fascinating affair for the neutral and after all the huff and puff the second goal was borne, this time from a simple goalkeeping kick, a pass and then a tap home, the home team were 2 goals up right on the stroke of half time, take a bow Matthew Wilson. From complexity to utter simplicity in the blinking of a disbelieving peeper - you can never tell with this game. Amazingly with only seconds to go before the break Darwen squeezed in a dazzling chance to pull one back but Road held firm and took that 2 goal cushion into the dressing room.
A wander and a piddle and back out for half two. No more tea today, I am all slurped out of late (in a non-sexual way ya dirty minded devils).
Back to it and Darwen started brightest in this second period with an early tester by the ever industrious No 11. The home bods returned the pressure but were met with good resistance and as Darwen pushed forth a goal looked more than a trifle imminent. However, a net rippler did nearly come, but at the opposite end of the pitch, when a cutting ball was collared and the shot by No 7 looked set to cement the victory but unfortunately just trickled wide. Darwen gasped, lived to fight again and although their main flaw was the penultimate ball they were still keeping within touching distance of their opponents. The lads in red pulsed, corners came, a shot eventually chanced. It was immediately blocked but a return effort was blazed with interest and Darwen were suddenly on the scoresheet, courtesy of a gem from one Declan Cunliffe. Within minutes, and before the away fans todgers had deflated, another goal was thumped in, a real beauty and this time the aforementioned No 11 (Conor Gaul) took the cheers. A curling cracker and the flares were lit, the supporters became buoyant and we were suddenly all square.
Both teams now worked with frantic legs, the pace was admirable with two battalions looking to work an opening. Road had a superb chance to clinch it when a cross found the no 11 a few yards out but the shot hit the outside of the post and we stayed as we were. A penalty shout by Road followed, some seemed convinced but the call of 'no pen' by the ref was spot on as contact seemed minimal. Again the home side came, the post was struck again and the ball spun on the line awaiting that last fatal touc...but the goalkeeper was there again. A lull followed and the last thrust occurred. It was the boys in blue once more with two crosses coming in, the first easily dealt with but the second connected with and nodded goalward - and yet another top save. This was surely the final action. A bit more hustle and muscle and then that was it - a 2 -2 draw with either side deserved of more but thankfully not being insulted with anything less. Man of the Match, easy - the AFC Darwen guardian of the net (Ben Proctor) for numerous saves, constant alertness and a keen urging of his outfield players. On another night with another keeper Maine Road could have been easy winners. Good hands squire, good ruddy hands.
FINAL THOUGHT - For me this was a late Christmas present and proves beyond doubt that the best value in football is always found in the non-league pit. These 2 sides worked darn hard tonight and put on a grand performance for all to see. Of course it isn't as polished as the top notched stuff but it also isn't polluted with inflated egos and that corrupting coin that addles so many good things. These 2 teams should be OK in this league although Darwen will have to keep working hard to beat that soul-destroying drop. I will catch up with these 2 sides again soon and wish them all the best in the interim. God bless non-league football!
The start was pace injected with good hustling animation coming from the Darwen players that created the first shot of the match but a tidy save was made that allowed The Road to respond with a shot of their own and some sleeves rolled up grit. A shining example of this early steeliness came when the home side's No 7 fought like a dog in the middle of the park and won a seemingly lost ball which allowed one of his colleagues to shoot and force the keeper to save but fumble. From here Road began to hold good position and pushed forth with eye-catching movement and, in many respects, solidity. They duly won a free-kick, the cross was delivered and a noggin connected. The ball appeared to fly over but, to the amazement of myself and those around me, the sphere looped in and a goal was had for Stephen Mason. Darn these ruddy spectacles, or did the roof of the net have a hole in it? What a shocker!
A goal in the red Darwen now upped the tempo and attacked with desire and at one point did find the net after an initial save by the reliable Road netter was followed up and tapped home but, the linesman ruled offside and the home chaps could sigh with relief. The Road responded again, a 3 shot salvo saw 2 blocks and another fine save made then a tap in saw the keeper respond once more - sweet work by the man in the mitts. The home side continued to play well at the rear and build their attacks with thought whilst Darwen harried and forced the midfield area to become something of a melee. Again Maine Road found room to shoot, this time from a free-kick which opened the way for their No 8 to have a pop, once more the keeper did the business. A golden ball from the back was played next, this time by Road's No 2 who found his front man, only to see the said striker dawdle and lose the ball quite carelessly. Some excellent action ensued, end to end stuff with a superfluity of last gasp tackles, blocked shots and good old perspiration. Darwen were working their knackers off, Road continued to play from the rear - it was a fascinating affair for the neutral and after all the huff and puff the second goal was borne, this time from a simple goalkeeping kick, a pass and then a tap home, the home team were 2 goals up right on the stroke of half time, take a bow Matthew Wilson. From complexity to utter simplicity in the blinking of a disbelieving peeper - you can never tell with this game. Amazingly with only seconds to go before the break Darwen squeezed in a dazzling chance to pull one back but Road held firm and took that 2 goal cushion into the dressing room.
A wander and a piddle and back out for half two. No more tea today, I am all slurped out of late (in a non-sexual way ya dirty minded devils).
Back to it and Darwen started brightest in this second period with an early tester by the ever industrious No 11. The home bods returned the pressure but were met with good resistance and as Darwen pushed forth a goal looked more than a trifle imminent. However, a net rippler did nearly come, but at the opposite end of the pitch, when a cutting ball was collared and the shot by No 7 looked set to cement the victory but unfortunately just trickled wide. Darwen gasped, lived to fight again and although their main flaw was the penultimate ball they were still keeping within touching distance of their opponents. The lads in red pulsed, corners came, a shot eventually chanced. It was immediately blocked but a return effort was blazed with interest and Darwen were suddenly on the scoresheet, courtesy of a gem from one Declan Cunliffe. Within minutes, and before the away fans todgers had deflated, another goal was thumped in, a real beauty and this time the aforementioned No 11 (Conor Gaul) took the cheers. A curling cracker and the flares were lit, the supporters became buoyant and we were suddenly all square.
Both teams now worked with frantic legs, the pace was admirable with two battalions looking to work an opening. Road had a superb chance to clinch it when a cross found the no 11 a few yards out but the shot hit the outside of the post and we stayed as we were. A penalty shout by Road followed, some seemed convinced but the call of 'no pen' by the ref was spot on as contact seemed minimal. Again the home side came, the post was struck again and the ball spun on the line awaiting that last fatal touc...but the goalkeeper was there again. A lull followed and the last thrust occurred. It was the boys in blue once more with two crosses coming in, the first easily dealt with but the second connected with and nodded goalward - and yet another top save. This was surely the final action. A bit more hustle and muscle and then that was it - a 2 -2 draw with either side deserved of more but thankfully not being insulted with anything less. Man of the Match, easy - the AFC Darwen guardian of the net (Ben Proctor) for numerous saves, constant alertness and a keen urging of his outfield players. On another night with another keeper Maine Road could have been easy winners. Good hands squire, good ruddy hands.
FINAL THOUGHT - For me this was a late Christmas present and proves beyond doubt that the best value in football is always found in the non-league pit. These 2 sides worked darn hard tonight and put on a grand performance for all to see. Of course it isn't as polished as the top notched stuff but it also isn't polluted with inflated egos and that corrupting coin that addles so many good things. These 2 teams should be OK in this league although Darwen will have to keep working hard to beat that soul-destroying drop. I will catch up with these 2 sides again soon and wish them all the best in the interim. God bless non-league football!
Monday 26 December 2016
COLLS AND MILLS, MORE SPILLS THAN THRILLS
26th December 2016 - Atherton Collieries 2 v 1 New Mills FC - Today we three herberts traveled from the south to enjoy some festive football in nearby Atherton. As per, we were at the ground in good time and partook of tea and chocolate to help stave off the cheeky choppers of the cutting breeze. The sun was low, the pitch looking well worn with today's encounter taking place between a side on the up and a side floundering in the depths. I had suspicions who would triumph but am wise enough to keep my predictions to myself rather than make a complete tit of myself.
The game got underway in front of a gathering of 187 hardy punters and the initial play was hit and miss to say the least with The Millers shout for a foul just outside the box overlooked and the Collieries No 9 connecting with a cross but failing to find the nearby target. New Mills seemed to be searching out their recent acquisition and well traveled forward Nathan Neequaye who is always a menace and runs his socks off like a spirited champion. Atherton on the other hand looked to play some football and weave an opening but the away team were up for a spoiler today and made things rather difficult for their opponents. Suddenly, as I altered my position out of the solar glare, a Millers breakaway came, a thwack of the bag of wind ensued and it was with great surprise that I saw the net ripple and the game was put right up on its unpredictable head. Great stuff and applause for the grandly named Dylan Stringer-Moth who grabbed the goal in fine style. May I politely add at this point that, as a naturalist, moths are ruddy great! Within seconds of this goal the Colls could have been on equal terms but a case of weak finishing and good keeping kept the game in favor of the Millers which, if I am being fair, was just as well.
The home team now grew into the game, probed with greater effect and looked to get back to all things square. Unbelievably the equaliser came but from a deflection outside the box that fell at the tootsies of the Col's No 9 (Mark Battersby) who rounded the sprawling keeper and sweetly slotted home the ball with cucumber cool quality. The game now became a scrapyard affair with perhaps sway just falling the way of the home chaps who appeared to have a few extra gears to move through. New Mills were holding their own though and if it wasn't for the alertness of the home squads No 2 (Jake Kenny) they may have found a way to goal and perhaps sneaked a needy bonus. Both sides worked hard and didn't deserve to have an unnecessary leakage at this point in the match however Mills had a half chance come their way after a pass by the Atherton lads was sent awry and the ball was collared, deflected and looked all set to pose severe problems only for the firm-mitted keeper to snuff out any possible threat. The half was now drawing to a close and New Mills seemed to be panicking and looking to go in to the changing room all square. Defensive mistakes from the Mills Men came in quick succession as the play was rushed and a solid clearance wasn't made. As a consequence of this unsettled period a ball came back into the danger zone and fell once more at the feet of the nippy No 9 who, yet again, rounded the keeper and slid the ball home with icy precision - a kick in the guts for the travelling team for sure and one that proved decisive as the first half ended.
More tea, a wander to the far side where my lasses took a seat and I remained on my feet.
Half two and the opening minutes saw New Mills find the net but an alleged foul was spotted and the goal was disallowed. Dubious to say the least but in these days of almost contact free soccer these things are justified. Another untidy period came, Mills were hanging in but needed a razor cut move to get back on par. Atherton now had one or two players turning on the class with 7 and 9 looking effective and liable to cultivate an opening. Having said this the game remained an ugly creation which of course played into the hands of the visitors who had one or two further moments that just whispered promise. The potential though was nearly all lost as the Millers nearly pissed on their own chips when a defender kicked air that allowed the sharp and ready substitute to steal in and shoot! Thankfully for the lads in red the ball whizzed over. The screw though seemed to be turning, would a bout of pain manifest itself? It could have done when a shot flew goalward but the keeper tipped over and made sure the Kensite Crew still had only 2 goals to their credit. I still felt the result was up in the air and when New Mills won a penalty that thought was reaffirmed and I wondered what the last minutes of the match would bring if the spot kick was converted. I needn't have worried as the well taken kick was wonderfully saved and Mills were delivered a real crippling blow to the chances of getting anything from the match. Give the team their due, their heads didn't drop and they pushed on with gusto but just couldn't cultivate that opening they richly deserved. Atherton did well at the back and just that extra composure took them to the final whistle and that welcome land of 3 points. Man of the Match today was tricky but I am going for the No 2 (Jake Kenny) of Atherton Collieries who put in a good stint, read the game well and did enough when it mattered to keep his team in it. An understated performance that wasn't perfect (what is) but was worthy of acknowledgement!
FINAL THOUGHT - Today was a case of two teams getting out their Christmas shovels and digging mighty deep to try and gain a foothold of this sticky game. The wind, low sun, heavy pitch and perhaps, beer in the belly and turkey in the tum didn't help matters but as it proved the home squad just had that little extra heave ho that won all the points and sent away their visitors quite disappointed after a messy affair that could have gone either way. I said to the visiting netman after the match that his team will not go down if they continue like this - fingers crossed I don't end up twat of the month for that prediction. As for Atherton, not a great performance today but, on paper, they seem like genuine contenders and I wish them all the best for the rest of the season.
The game got underway in front of a gathering of 187 hardy punters and the initial play was hit and miss to say the least with The Millers shout for a foul just outside the box overlooked and the Collieries No 9 connecting with a cross but failing to find the nearby target. New Mills seemed to be searching out their recent acquisition and well traveled forward Nathan Neequaye who is always a menace and runs his socks off like a spirited champion. Atherton on the other hand looked to play some football and weave an opening but the away team were up for a spoiler today and made things rather difficult for their opponents. Suddenly, as I altered my position out of the solar glare, a Millers breakaway came, a thwack of the bag of wind ensued and it was with great surprise that I saw the net ripple and the game was put right up on its unpredictable head. Great stuff and applause for the grandly named Dylan Stringer-Moth who grabbed the goal in fine style. May I politely add at this point that, as a naturalist, moths are ruddy great! Within seconds of this goal the Colls could have been on equal terms but a case of weak finishing and good keeping kept the game in favor of the Millers which, if I am being fair, was just as well.
The home team now grew into the game, probed with greater effect and looked to get back to all things square. Unbelievably the equaliser came but from a deflection outside the box that fell at the tootsies of the Col's No 9 (Mark Battersby) who rounded the sprawling keeper and sweetly slotted home the ball with cucumber cool quality. The game now became a scrapyard affair with perhaps sway just falling the way of the home chaps who appeared to have a few extra gears to move through. New Mills were holding their own though and if it wasn't for the alertness of the home squads No 2 (Jake Kenny) they may have found a way to goal and perhaps sneaked a needy bonus. Both sides worked hard and didn't deserve to have an unnecessary leakage at this point in the match however Mills had a half chance come their way after a pass by the Atherton lads was sent awry and the ball was collared, deflected and looked all set to pose severe problems only for the firm-mitted keeper to snuff out any possible threat. The half was now drawing to a close and New Mills seemed to be panicking and looking to go in to the changing room all square. Defensive mistakes from the Mills Men came in quick succession as the play was rushed and a solid clearance wasn't made. As a consequence of this unsettled period a ball came back into the danger zone and fell once more at the feet of the nippy No 9 who, yet again, rounded the keeper and slid the ball home with icy precision - a kick in the guts for the travelling team for sure and one that proved decisive as the first half ended.
More tea, a wander to the far side where my lasses took a seat and I remained on my feet.
Half two and the opening minutes saw New Mills find the net but an alleged foul was spotted and the goal was disallowed. Dubious to say the least but in these days of almost contact free soccer these things are justified. Another untidy period came, Mills were hanging in but needed a razor cut move to get back on par. Atherton now had one or two players turning on the class with 7 and 9 looking effective and liable to cultivate an opening. Having said this the game remained an ugly creation which of course played into the hands of the visitors who had one or two further moments that just whispered promise. The potential though was nearly all lost as the Millers nearly pissed on their own chips when a defender kicked air that allowed the sharp and ready substitute to steal in and shoot! Thankfully for the lads in red the ball whizzed over. The screw though seemed to be turning, would a bout of pain manifest itself? It could have done when a shot flew goalward but the keeper tipped over and made sure the Kensite Crew still had only 2 goals to their credit. I still felt the result was up in the air and when New Mills won a penalty that thought was reaffirmed and I wondered what the last minutes of the match would bring if the spot kick was converted. I needn't have worried as the well taken kick was wonderfully saved and Mills were delivered a real crippling blow to the chances of getting anything from the match. Give the team their due, their heads didn't drop and they pushed on with gusto but just couldn't cultivate that opening they richly deserved. Atherton did well at the back and just that extra composure took them to the final whistle and that welcome land of 3 points. Man of the Match today was tricky but I am going for the No 2 (Jake Kenny) of Atherton Collieries who put in a good stint, read the game well and did enough when it mattered to keep his team in it. An understated performance that wasn't perfect (what is) but was worthy of acknowledgement!
FINAL THOUGHT - Today was a case of two teams getting out their Christmas shovels and digging mighty deep to try and gain a foothold of this sticky game. The wind, low sun, heavy pitch and perhaps, beer in the belly and turkey in the tum didn't help matters but as it proved the home squad just had that little extra heave ho that won all the points and sent away their visitors quite disappointed after a messy affair that could have gone either way. I said to the visiting netman after the match that his team will not go down if they continue like this - fingers crossed I don't end up twat of the month for that prediction. As for Atherton, not a great performance today but, on paper, they seem like genuine contenders and I wish them all the best for the rest of the season.
Saturday 17 December 2016
TIGHT, TOUGH AND TESTING
17th December 2016 - Maine Road 1 v 0 Barnton FC - I always arrive early at football matches, it gives me time to settle in, swill down a cup of tea, chomp on a chocolate bar and make pre-match notes. Today was a steel grey affair that held one of those surreptitious chills that pervades by slow degrees but ultimately gets one shivering to the entire marrow. I only wore my hoodie (more fool me) and hoped the impending match would radiate a few thermals of excitement to keep my mind off the lowly temperatures. The teams warmed up (lucky gits), distant corvids squawked, the time for another non-league fix arrived.
The opening play saw Barnton just shading matters but no team strung any decent passage of play together with too much rushing and pushing the order of the day instead of some crucial composure. The Road eventually got to grips with the game and started to attempt to play proper football with one or two tidy moves deserved of a positive end product rather than the nothing they turned into. A few tasty tackles came, disputes from both benches followed but nothing untoward was happening. The first real chance came the way of the away team when a corner led to an in-box scramble and it was down to the home side's netter to save a shot and keep things all bare and square. Road broke immediately and won a corner of their own but the result was sweet FA and I once again pondered the prospect of a zero/zero game. Barnton's No 7 was working mighty hard and a good break by himself saw him beat 2 players and look for triumph but a last gasp tackle denied him any glory and the stalemate continued. The game was filled with hard labour but lacked a certain calm head and with a tetchiness creeping in it seemed a moment of fortune would be needed to break the deadlock. It came when Barnton were beginning to moan a little too much and lost true focus which allowed the home chaps to break with pace after a great ball from Joshua Tinker saw a cross come and the ball luckily dropping at the feet of the No 8 (Matthew Morgan) to coolly tap home and break that tenacious deadlock. From here though the game slumped a little but good perspired work from that No 8 in blue led to a Barnton botch up which saw their keeper go walkabout and duly lose the ball with a long lob netward just missing the target - phew, one could warm ones hands on the sigh of relief that came from the Barnton players. Not long after this moment the ref blew and all and sundry dashed to the clubhouse for that much needed warm drink and, in some cases, steaming pie.
A chinwag with a Barnton fan, a realisation that the raffled bottle of wine was not to be owned by yours truly and back out to await the second 45 minutes.
The match continued in the same vein with Barnton hustling but seemingly having few options in the final third and with Maine Road always seeming to have that extra man. Early shots came at both ends but the ball seemed allergic to making any contact with the netting. Barnton did eventually find the net after after a well worked move but the offside decision came and in truth, was the correct call. As in the first period Maine Road began to grow into the game and as a free-kick was won (and wasted) one did expect a proper shift in balance to come. It didn't, more chances were thrown away by woeful finishing and duff final balls and the home team held on to their precarious 1 - 0 lead due to nothing more than dogged resilience and a fine fighting spirit. The match advanced, no team could provide that glittering moment to add another goal to the stagnating melting pot and it transpired that the resolve and applied pressure by the boys in blue would win the day and deservedly take all three pre-Christmas points. There is not a lot I can add to this one, it was an intriguing half albeit lacking in those frilly touches and net bursting moments and sometimes, teams are just too well-matched for their own good. Man of the Match today has to go to Road's No 8 (Matthew Morgan) has he ran his knackers ragged and epitomised everything positive about his team. Keen to be on the ball and make space, willing to work off it (which is the greater part of the game) and providing that much needed goal to win the day for his comrades - a very appealing effort all round.
FINAL THOUGHT - Like the sun-baked arse of Judith Chalmers this was a case of that which is tough and tight. Both teams got stuck in and contributed to a hard fought affair but it was a taut match throughout and one moment only separated the two teams at the end of 90 minutes. When these teams meet again you would be wise not to place a bet either way as it would be anyone's call as to the outcome. In fact I shall stick to pondering the width and shade of the aforementioned peregrinating celebrity and avoid the bookmakers with sagacious insight. To add, both teams will be somewhere around mid-table come season end and Ms Chalmers will not be used in any future reports.
The opening play saw Barnton just shading matters but no team strung any decent passage of play together with too much rushing and pushing the order of the day instead of some crucial composure. The Road eventually got to grips with the game and started to attempt to play proper football with one or two tidy moves deserved of a positive end product rather than the nothing they turned into. A few tasty tackles came, disputes from both benches followed but nothing untoward was happening. The first real chance came the way of the away team when a corner led to an in-box scramble and it was down to the home side's netter to save a shot and keep things all bare and square. Road broke immediately and won a corner of their own but the result was sweet FA and I once again pondered the prospect of a zero/zero game. Barnton's No 7 was working mighty hard and a good break by himself saw him beat 2 players and look for triumph but a last gasp tackle denied him any glory and the stalemate continued. The game was filled with hard labour but lacked a certain calm head and with a tetchiness creeping in it seemed a moment of fortune would be needed to break the deadlock. It came when Barnton were beginning to moan a little too much and lost true focus which allowed the home chaps to break with pace after a great ball from Joshua Tinker saw a cross come and the ball luckily dropping at the feet of the No 8 (Matthew Morgan) to coolly tap home and break that tenacious deadlock. From here though the game slumped a little but good perspired work from that No 8 in blue led to a Barnton botch up which saw their keeper go walkabout and duly lose the ball with a long lob netward just missing the target - phew, one could warm ones hands on the sigh of relief that came from the Barnton players. Not long after this moment the ref blew and all and sundry dashed to the clubhouse for that much needed warm drink and, in some cases, steaming pie.
A chinwag with a Barnton fan, a realisation that the raffled bottle of wine was not to be owned by yours truly and back out to await the second 45 minutes.
The match continued in the same vein with Barnton hustling but seemingly having few options in the final third and with Maine Road always seeming to have that extra man. Early shots came at both ends but the ball seemed allergic to making any contact with the netting. Barnton did eventually find the net after after a well worked move but the offside decision came and in truth, was the correct call. As in the first period Maine Road began to grow into the game and as a free-kick was won (and wasted) one did expect a proper shift in balance to come. It didn't, more chances were thrown away by woeful finishing and duff final balls and the home team held on to their precarious 1 - 0 lead due to nothing more than dogged resilience and a fine fighting spirit. The match advanced, no team could provide that glittering moment to add another goal to the stagnating melting pot and it transpired that the resolve and applied pressure by the boys in blue would win the day and deservedly take all three pre-Christmas points. There is not a lot I can add to this one, it was an intriguing half albeit lacking in those frilly touches and net bursting moments and sometimes, teams are just too well-matched for their own good. Man of the Match today has to go to Road's No 8 (Matthew Morgan) has he ran his knackers ragged and epitomised everything positive about his team. Keen to be on the ball and make space, willing to work off it (which is the greater part of the game) and providing that much needed goal to win the day for his comrades - a very appealing effort all round.
FINAL THOUGHT - Like the sun-baked arse of Judith Chalmers this was a case of that which is tough and tight. Both teams got stuck in and contributed to a hard fought affair but it was a taut match throughout and one moment only separated the two teams at the end of 90 minutes. When these teams meet again you would be wise not to place a bet either way as it would be anyone's call as to the outcome. In fact I shall stick to pondering the width and shade of the aforementioned peregrinating celebrity and avoid the bookmakers with sagacious insight. To add, both teams will be somewhere around mid-table come season end and Ms Chalmers will not be used in any future reports.
Sunday 11 December 2016
THE 12 C's OF CHRISTMAS
10th December 2016 - Congleton Town 1 v 0 Cammell Laird 1907 FC - Prior to the match I had updated many wildlife records, indulged in 4 spicy chicken thighs, watched a marvellous documentary about 'Insect Dissection' and done a few dishes - not bad for a man with a cold. After being dropped off at the train station by my good lady who was still victim to the viral elements I caught the chugging train to Congleton, did the 1 point 7 mile walk and arrived at the ground to invest in a superb tray of chips and an equally satisfying cup of cha. I watched the teams warm-up and was impressed with the Cammell Laird coach who motivated with gusto! I then had a chinwag with some nice folk and awaited the match to start proper.
The precious hour of 3pm came, the time that so many footballing fanatics hold in sacred esteem and that here, like so many other places countrywide, saw a ball start to roll and get some escapist magic underway. The initial drizzle that accompanied the start of the match was pathetic and one questioned the Heavenly prostate gland and wondered if all was well down below, up above. The opening patch of play saw the Laird hold their own and win a brace of corners, a couple of free-kicks and much of the ball. Despite this Santa and his crew behind the away teams nets sang like sozzled newts and helped the atmosphere to rise no end. The jingles and carols continued throughout, Congleton began to warm to the task and their No 7 sent a thumping shot towards goal that may have missed but just kept their opponents honest and on their plates of meat. Instantaneously Cammell Laird came back, had a free-kick well blocked before both teams dug in and a stalemate was had. Something needed to happen and suddenly a Cammell Laird breakaway came after a dubious offside call, their No 9 worked hard and made a nuisance of himself and reward was given via a bonus spot kick. Up stepped the No 2, a delay added to the tension, the ball was finally struck - low and straight and the tall and rangy orange clad netman dropped like a sack of satsumas to block a penalty that left a lot to be desired. A chance surely that would haunt the team later on. The ursine brigade nearly made the away team pay dearly after an effort was just put wide and more growl in their guts the home team began to play a wider game and started to stretch the visitors defence. One expected a goal to come, it didn't, the ref blew and another wag of the jaw was had, a choccie bar chomped on, a free mince pie enjoyed and some cordial pop swilled.
Half two, The Bears had hunger, the Cammells bared their resolute humps (randy buggers) and the No 7 for The Laird was immediately on fire and working his arse off weaving here and there with great industry. Out of the blue a chance came when a cross from nowhere flew and a shot from the most acutest of angles was had and the ball...trickled...just...wide - now that was close. Instantly Cammell Laird attacked again, the No 9 was through! Shocker, an offside decision, the worst shout of the match, the match remained barren of net bursting thrills. Congleton resorted to a substitution, the dude who entered the fray was lively and won a free-kick from which nothing came but the warning was served. Despite no goals this was an intriguing affair with many fascinating facets. The away teams manager was fraught with frustration, he became incensed with several questionable decisions and the referee came over and calmed the situation quite nicely. The best chance duly followed this tete-a-tete when the Congo Crew attacked, their effective No 17 swooped through and crossed with the open goal aching for a feel of the globe. The ball was missed from inches out and the game looked destined to be a goalless draw. Moments later and a simple long ball caught Cammell Laird off balance, a handball came and a red card and penalty were the result. This was a very cruel decision and if there was any fairness in the match the keeper would have saved. Alas there are no favours in football and the ball was slapped home by James Pointon - what a spiteful game this can be! The tinsel town brigade began to sing with joy whilst sighing with relief no doubt and one expected Congleton to now go on a rampage. It didn't happen, the CL unit offered hard resistance and both teams looked for long balls to dissect their opponents back line and perhaps sneak a goal. Laird just lacked that final composure, Congleton were similar in the final third and when the punctuating whistle blew it was a case of cruelty being the conqueror and fairness well and truly thrown out of the window. My choice for Man of the Match goes to the No 3 for Cammell Laird (Marcus Stewart) who put in a ruddy good stint, ended up as dirty as a rag and bone man and who epitomised his teams work ethos and overall effort - an unsung effort squire and well done from this end.
FINAL THOUGHT - The Bears may have gone home with the honey and the Cammells returned to their pastures with unfulfilled humps but this was an affair worthy of seeing the spoils shared and not decided on a penalty shout. Here I shall take a punt and predict that Congleton will make the top 8 and Cammell Laird will not go down! Madness or hopeful, come season end I may be deemed a insightful prophet or an over enthusiastic turnip - either way I wish both teams all the best and will carrying on enjoying my non-league football. By the way, the 12 C's of Christmas were - Congleton, Cammell Laird, Chicken Thighs, Choo Choo Train, Chips, Cha, Chocolate, Cordial, Chinwagging, Cruelty, Carols and Christmas Cretins. A free bottle of QC sherry if you got all twelve and and spiky bauble up the jacksie if you failed to get any - ooh its a wicked world.
The precious hour of 3pm came, the time that so many footballing fanatics hold in sacred esteem and that here, like so many other places countrywide, saw a ball start to roll and get some escapist magic underway. The initial drizzle that accompanied the start of the match was pathetic and one questioned the Heavenly prostate gland and wondered if all was well down below, up above. The opening patch of play saw the Laird hold their own and win a brace of corners, a couple of free-kicks and much of the ball. Despite this Santa and his crew behind the away teams nets sang like sozzled newts and helped the atmosphere to rise no end. The jingles and carols continued throughout, Congleton began to warm to the task and their No 7 sent a thumping shot towards goal that may have missed but just kept their opponents honest and on their plates of meat. Instantaneously Cammell Laird came back, had a free-kick well blocked before both teams dug in and a stalemate was had. Something needed to happen and suddenly a Cammell Laird breakaway came after a dubious offside call, their No 9 worked hard and made a nuisance of himself and reward was given via a bonus spot kick. Up stepped the No 2, a delay added to the tension, the ball was finally struck - low and straight and the tall and rangy orange clad netman dropped like a sack of satsumas to block a penalty that left a lot to be desired. A chance surely that would haunt the team later on. The ursine brigade nearly made the away team pay dearly after an effort was just put wide and more growl in their guts the home team began to play a wider game and started to stretch the visitors defence. One expected a goal to come, it didn't, the ref blew and another wag of the jaw was had, a choccie bar chomped on, a free mince pie enjoyed and some cordial pop swilled.
Half two, The Bears had hunger, the Cammells bared their resolute humps (randy buggers) and the No 7 for The Laird was immediately on fire and working his arse off weaving here and there with great industry. Out of the blue a chance came when a cross from nowhere flew and a shot from the most acutest of angles was had and the ball...trickled...just...wide - now that was close. Instantly Cammell Laird attacked again, the No 9 was through! Shocker, an offside decision, the worst shout of the match, the match remained barren of net bursting thrills. Congleton resorted to a substitution, the dude who entered the fray was lively and won a free-kick from which nothing came but the warning was served. Despite no goals this was an intriguing affair with many fascinating facets. The away teams manager was fraught with frustration, he became incensed with several questionable decisions and the referee came over and calmed the situation quite nicely. The best chance duly followed this tete-a-tete when the Congo Crew attacked, their effective No 17 swooped through and crossed with the open goal aching for a feel of the globe. The ball was missed from inches out and the game looked destined to be a goalless draw. Moments later and a simple long ball caught Cammell Laird off balance, a handball came and a red card and penalty were the result. This was a very cruel decision and if there was any fairness in the match the keeper would have saved. Alas there are no favours in football and the ball was slapped home by James Pointon - what a spiteful game this can be! The tinsel town brigade began to sing with joy whilst sighing with relief no doubt and one expected Congleton to now go on a rampage. It didn't happen, the CL unit offered hard resistance and both teams looked for long balls to dissect their opponents back line and perhaps sneak a goal. Laird just lacked that final composure, Congleton were similar in the final third and when the punctuating whistle blew it was a case of cruelty being the conqueror and fairness well and truly thrown out of the window. My choice for Man of the Match goes to the No 3 for Cammell Laird (Marcus Stewart) who put in a ruddy good stint, ended up as dirty as a rag and bone man and who epitomised his teams work ethos and overall effort - an unsung effort squire and well done from this end.
FINAL THOUGHT - The Bears may have gone home with the honey and the Cammells returned to their pastures with unfulfilled humps but this was an affair worthy of seeing the spoils shared and not decided on a penalty shout. Here I shall take a punt and predict that Congleton will make the top 8 and Cammell Laird will not go down! Madness or hopeful, come season end I may be deemed a insightful prophet or an over enthusiastic turnip - either way I wish both teams all the best and will carrying on enjoying my non-league football. By the way, the 12 C's of Christmas were - Congleton, Cammell Laird, Chicken Thighs, Choo Choo Train, Chips, Cha, Chocolate, Cordial, Chinwagging, Cruelty, Carols and Christmas Cretins. A free bottle of QC sherry if you got all twelve and and spiky bauble up the jacksie if you failed to get any - ooh its a wicked world.
Thursday 8 December 2016
GROWING GULFS
7th December 2016 - Cheadle Town 2 v 5 Charnock Richard - Virus stricken, aching in parts and agitated - boy did I need some fresh air and a bit of escapist football. Arriving at the ground in good time, coughing and spluttering like a Woodbine addict I took up my position in the ludicrously mild air and looked forward to a game that appeared to be stacked in favour of an away team win. The home squad, Cheadle Town, are an unpredictable unit and it was anyone's guess which kicking character would manifest itself tonight.
The teams came out, shook hands and got the play underway with the initial bout of soccer action an episode of repetitive ping-pong that saw the ball barely touch the uneven deck. Out of nothing the CR brigade won a free-kick, a simple cross was had and due to some out of tune defending the home team found themselves a goal down at the hands of the forward Carl Grimshaw who rose and nutted home with relative ease. Cheadle now bustled, came close when a stray back pass nearly levelled the match and when their No 9 booted forth a shot that missed the target perhaps it was a warning of things that may come. Then again...what misdirected thoughts these were when, within minutes the Charnock chaps strung together an impressive move with their industrious No 8 (Nathan Fairhurst) being an integral part and forcing the issue which led to a through ball being latched onto and coolly slotted home by Oliver Evans with only 12 minutes on the clock. No sooner had the ball been put back on the centre spot than Charnock won it back, lofted it forth allowing their No 8 again to wriggle out of a dubious situation in the near corner and cross a ball that was volleyed and just fizzed over. Close but no crumpet!
Now the game dissolved into disarray and became nothing more than a messy spectacle with no team seemingly able to keep the ball for any length of time. The pitch was in no way conducive to creating free flowing footy with the ball bobbling about and being the causal agent of many unsightly errors. A brief wrestling match, a brace of chances for Cheadle that should have at least pulled one goal back and a rise in frustration saw the booking tally rise to four but Charnock Richard held their heads and retired to the changing rooms with their 2 goal cushion well deserved.
A snack, Wispa Gold (what a joy), a chat with a grand chap from Charnock, another coughing fit and back to the match at hand.
As the ball got rotating one expected Cheadle to come out with all guns blazing but an immediate cock up gave the Richards runners a chance to string together a couple of short in-box passes and duly go 3 - 0 up courtesy of Mark Adams. What a killing blow! Cheadle now became frantic and loose, similar in fact to a Mouse's bowels after a laxative overdose. Several balls from their opponents caused much trouble and with a mere smattering of luck the scoreline could have crossed the threshold of decency and enter the realms of embarrassment. Charnock Richard pressed, outclassed and outworked Cheadle and when a brace of throw-ins were not dealt with, a long ball was played and Oliver Evans slapped home a real beauty and put the game to sleep. No matter how much Cheadle dug in and hassled their opponents the Charnock lads looked to pose the greatest threat and when another chance came via a break and a cross it was their No 9 (Carl Grimshaw) who deliberately nodded home and add stinging salt to many of Cheadle's gaping wounds. I felt sorry for Cheadle and, as it appeared, so did the referee who gave nothing short of a sympathy penalty after the No 3 was dubiously fouled and the spot was pointed to. The victim (Thabiso Magida) stepped up and fired home and the consolation was barely celebrated. Cheadle now started to play better, albeit partly down to the CR squad switching off. A clumsy passage of play came, sloppy and unsightly with both teams obviously thinking of calling it a night and accepting the scoreline. As a final bonus Cheadle's best player on the night, their No 3 again, conjured up a snippet of deja vu and won a penalty and converted to increase his personal tally for the season and perhaps give the end result a tainted appearance for Charnock. The ref blew, enough was enough and I wandered off convinced that one team was floating with finesse whilst the other was in danger of sinking without sight. Man of the Match today was the No 8 for Charnock Richard (Nathan Fairhurst) who was animated, always a pest and who kept a cool head throughout and provided many subtle opportunities within the heart of the game.
FINAL THOUGHT - The season is now developing, the wheat and the chaff are being separated, those that will flourish and those that will flounder are being pinpointed and with the crucial festive period around the corner it is now that teams need to dig in and create their own future. Perhaps Einstein had an easier time sorting out the Theory of Relativity than the Cheadle manager will have sorting his own teams problems out but one thing is for sure, Charnock Richards are running smooth and, if they stay together, encourage and support I reckon they are in for a shout of the top spot come season end - cripes - a prediction, what a silly twat!
The teams came out, shook hands and got the play underway with the initial bout of soccer action an episode of repetitive ping-pong that saw the ball barely touch the uneven deck. Out of nothing the CR brigade won a free-kick, a simple cross was had and due to some out of tune defending the home team found themselves a goal down at the hands of the forward Carl Grimshaw who rose and nutted home with relative ease. Cheadle now bustled, came close when a stray back pass nearly levelled the match and when their No 9 booted forth a shot that missed the target perhaps it was a warning of things that may come. Then again...what misdirected thoughts these were when, within minutes the Charnock chaps strung together an impressive move with their industrious No 8 (Nathan Fairhurst) being an integral part and forcing the issue which led to a through ball being latched onto and coolly slotted home by Oliver Evans with only 12 minutes on the clock. No sooner had the ball been put back on the centre spot than Charnock won it back, lofted it forth allowing their No 8 again to wriggle out of a dubious situation in the near corner and cross a ball that was volleyed and just fizzed over. Close but no crumpet!
Now the game dissolved into disarray and became nothing more than a messy spectacle with no team seemingly able to keep the ball for any length of time. The pitch was in no way conducive to creating free flowing footy with the ball bobbling about and being the causal agent of many unsightly errors. A brief wrestling match, a brace of chances for Cheadle that should have at least pulled one goal back and a rise in frustration saw the booking tally rise to four but Charnock Richard held their heads and retired to the changing rooms with their 2 goal cushion well deserved.
A snack, Wispa Gold (what a joy), a chat with a grand chap from Charnock, another coughing fit and back to the match at hand.
As the ball got rotating one expected Cheadle to come out with all guns blazing but an immediate cock up gave the Richards runners a chance to string together a couple of short in-box passes and duly go 3 - 0 up courtesy of Mark Adams. What a killing blow! Cheadle now became frantic and loose, similar in fact to a Mouse's bowels after a laxative overdose. Several balls from their opponents caused much trouble and with a mere smattering of luck the scoreline could have crossed the threshold of decency and enter the realms of embarrassment. Charnock Richard pressed, outclassed and outworked Cheadle and when a brace of throw-ins were not dealt with, a long ball was played and Oliver Evans slapped home a real beauty and put the game to sleep. No matter how much Cheadle dug in and hassled their opponents the Charnock lads looked to pose the greatest threat and when another chance came via a break and a cross it was their No 9 (Carl Grimshaw) who deliberately nodded home and add stinging salt to many of Cheadle's gaping wounds. I felt sorry for Cheadle and, as it appeared, so did the referee who gave nothing short of a sympathy penalty after the No 3 was dubiously fouled and the spot was pointed to. The victim (Thabiso Magida) stepped up and fired home and the consolation was barely celebrated. Cheadle now started to play better, albeit partly down to the CR squad switching off. A clumsy passage of play came, sloppy and unsightly with both teams obviously thinking of calling it a night and accepting the scoreline. As a final bonus Cheadle's best player on the night, their No 3 again, conjured up a snippet of deja vu and won a penalty and converted to increase his personal tally for the season and perhaps give the end result a tainted appearance for Charnock. The ref blew, enough was enough and I wandered off convinced that one team was floating with finesse whilst the other was in danger of sinking without sight. Man of the Match today was the No 8 for Charnock Richard (Nathan Fairhurst) who was animated, always a pest and who kept a cool head throughout and provided many subtle opportunities within the heart of the game.
FINAL THOUGHT - The season is now developing, the wheat and the chaff are being separated, those that will flourish and those that will flounder are being pinpointed and with the crucial festive period around the corner it is now that teams need to dig in and create their own future. Perhaps Einstein had an easier time sorting out the Theory of Relativity than the Cheadle manager will have sorting his own teams problems out but one thing is for sure, Charnock Richards are running smooth and, if they stay together, encourage and support I reckon they are in for a shout of the top spot come season end - cripes - a prediction, what a silly twat!
Saturday 3 December 2016
IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS THAT MATTER
3rd December 2016 - New Mills AFC 2 v 4 1874 Northwich - A busy morn followed by a walk to the train station in Stockport and the trip down to New Mills was taken. A pop in a book/record shop and to the ground for a much needed cup of warming Rosie and a fine Hotdog that slipped down like a well greased inner tube - smashing. I sat back and watched the teams prepare and looked forward to another interesting tussle.
The surface looked autumnal with the virginal lushness of summers fresh growth already a faded memory but this didn't stop the action from being all out as soon as the referee peeped his blower and let the game commence. The visitors started quickly and after winning a corner in the first couple of minutes the header that came flew over but was notably loaded with portent. New Mills reacted to this opening salvo with a stunning piece of link up play between their numbers 10 and 11 who doubled up the passes that led to a smooth and classy goal being grabbed by the latter player, namely, Tunde Owolabi. 3 minutes on the clock and already 1874 were asked questions but the away team dug in, instantly broke with zest, won a free kick that was thrown in and caused a bout of goal mouth mayhem that was somehow eventually cleared. Shots followed here and there, the aforementioned Owolabi looked a tasty player and was causing many problems whenever he had the globe at his feet. At the other end though an attack that was finalised with an acute back heel that was slid wide and unfortunate not to make the game level. New Mills were riding their luck. The stunning start continued with an 1874 back pass nearly latched onto and then with the same team winning a free punt but wasting the chance with a shot best described as 'shite'. New Mills came again, the 10 and 11 duo linking up for a second time with a cross chucked in and the netter knocking it into no man's land which, as luck would have it, didn't fall to an incoming attacker. The lofty action was maintained, opportunities continued at both poles of the pitch, all that was missing was the final quality touch. The tempo was marvelous, testament to this league and the players appetite, and before long New Mills were at it again when the dazzling No 10 made his own space and saw his shot just cleared off the line - by heck, where's me nerve tablets?
Next, and the home team's No 9 flowed forth and hustled away with an opening appearing and a shot taken - alas it was a duffer and 1874 Northwich breathed again. In fact they did more then breathe, they believed and pounced back with a red hot break away that was finalised in a good shot that was a surefire winner! Wrong, the post was quivered, we remained at 1 - 0 to the Millers - the madness continued. The half progressed, 1874 pushed hard, New Mills became a touch ragged and when a corner came and the No 5 (Danny Thomas) of the away team rose, it was perhaps fair that things ended up all square. New Mills responded with a immediate attack but when it broke down the No 11 for their opponents ran free and duly dribbled, deceived and shot - just over, phew! Next and a foul was awarded against a Northwich player, the majority of the crowd disputed it although I felt it was indeed a rough tackle. Northwich may have felt hard done by and after gaining back the ball from the free kick they got true revenge when the sizzling No 10 (Scott McGowan) ran the flank, crossed with quality and allowed Samuel Hare to grab a 45th minute goal and send his team into half time with the lead. New Mills looked heartbroken and so they should be as they had given an impressive account of themselves and didn't deserve this. The ref piped up and brought to an end a fantastic half of football that both teams should be proud of contributing to.
Tea and a pee - simple. The cold had embraced me by this point and like a tramp on a chip barm it wouldn't let go - brrrr!
The second half came, the away chaps were up and at it and their No 10 had an early attempt but it was just off the mark. No sooner had the ball been recovered than the same player was at it again (what a good worker), crossing well and allowing Thomas Bailey to get a 48th minute goal and put New Mills right on the back tootsie. The Millers worked hard though, whilst 1874 were happy to break with pace and cause trouble whenever they could. In fact, if it wasn't for a good low save by the New Mills keeper a 4th goal would have buried any chances of a comeback which, as it seemed, was still on the cards. A lean spell ensued, with minor efforts coming here and there but nothing of note to report. The classy no 11 of New Mills was surprisingly substituted but instantaneously his team won a free kick and up stepped the No 10 (Haydn Foulds) and slapped in an absolutely pearler - just what was needed for the neutral. The re-ignition of a good match was had and now both teams were perspiring with passion and Foulds had another chance that should have been buried but his close range volley flew over and a changing point was had. Now the away team came, the No 4 worked hard and began a great move that saw the ball go to Paul Connor who crossed and a shot came from Scott McGowan again only to be denied by the keeper. The ball however went loose and up stepped Thomas Bailey to snatch his second and his teams fourth and ultimately gain all three points for 1874 Northwich. Now, in the dying stages, the away lads had the upper hand and only a few mistimed shots stopped the scoreline from being increased. The miss of the match came at the other end though when New Mills' best player Haydn Foulds missed an absolute sitter and wasted the last chance of the game - hey ho. The match came to an end soon after and I was left to pick a Man of the Match. In truth there were many good performances from both teams but I am opting for a general who looked controlled throughout, read the game well and was a lynch pin in his teams game play. Step forth 1874's No 8 (Dahrius Waldron) and get the applause you deserve - and as in the words of that syrup wearing git Bruce Forsyth, good game squire, good game.
FINAL THOUGHT - I feel the title of this scribbled piece says it all. The differences between the two teams are small but those little touches and minor off the ball runs are what separated the squads on this occasion. The league position of 1874 Northwich reflects their quality and they will continue to do well and get their well deserved support (big respect to the fans by the way, excellent stuff) and hopefully, just rewards. New Mills on the other hand are better than they seem and have some ruddy good players in their midst. A bit of luck and consistency in their work and they will progress and become a team to watch. A great match today at a very welcoming ground and I look forward to my next visit and just hope they start selling Meths instead of tea at the kiosk so as to keep that ruddy chill out!
The surface looked autumnal with the virginal lushness of summers fresh growth already a faded memory but this didn't stop the action from being all out as soon as the referee peeped his blower and let the game commence. The visitors started quickly and after winning a corner in the first couple of minutes the header that came flew over but was notably loaded with portent. New Mills reacted to this opening salvo with a stunning piece of link up play between their numbers 10 and 11 who doubled up the passes that led to a smooth and classy goal being grabbed by the latter player, namely, Tunde Owolabi. 3 minutes on the clock and already 1874 were asked questions but the away team dug in, instantly broke with zest, won a free kick that was thrown in and caused a bout of goal mouth mayhem that was somehow eventually cleared. Shots followed here and there, the aforementioned Owolabi looked a tasty player and was causing many problems whenever he had the globe at his feet. At the other end though an attack that was finalised with an acute back heel that was slid wide and unfortunate not to make the game level. New Mills were riding their luck. The stunning start continued with an 1874 back pass nearly latched onto and then with the same team winning a free punt but wasting the chance with a shot best described as 'shite'. New Mills came again, the 10 and 11 duo linking up for a second time with a cross chucked in and the netter knocking it into no man's land which, as luck would have it, didn't fall to an incoming attacker. The lofty action was maintained, opportunities continued at both poles of the pitch, all that was missing was the final quality touch. The tempo was marvelous, testament to this league and the players appetite, and before long New Mills were at it again when the dazzling No 10 made his own space and saw his shot just cleared off the line - by heck, where's me nerve tablets?
Next, and the home team's No 9 flowed forth and hustled away with an opening appearing and a shot taken - alas it was a duffer and 1874 Northwich breathed again. In fact they did more then breathe, they believed and pounced back with a red hot break away that was finalised in a good shot that was a surefire winner! Wrong, the post was quivered, we remained at 1 - 0 to the Millers - the madness continued. The half progressed, 1874 pushed hard, New Mills became a touch ragged and when a corner came and the No 5 (Danny Thomas) of the away team rose, it was perhaps fair that things ended up all square. New Mills responded with a immediate attack but when it broke down the No 11 for their opponents ran free and duly dribbled, deceived and shot - just over, phew! Next and a foul was awarded against a Northwich player, the majority of the crowd disputed it although I felt it was indeed a rough tackle. Northwich may have felt hard done by and after gaining back the ball from the free kick they got true revenge when the sizzling No 10 (Scott McGowan) ran the flank, crossed with quality and allowed Samuel Hare to grab a 45th minute goal and send his team into half time with the lead. New Mills looked heartbroken and so they should be as they had given an impressive account of themselves and didn't deserve this. The ref piped up and brought to an end a fantastic half of football that both teams should be proud of contributing to.
Tea and a pee - simple. The cold had embraced me by this point and like a tramp on a chip barm it wouldn't let go - brrrr!
The second half came, the away chaps were up and at it and their No 10 had an early attempt but it was just off the mark. No sooner had the ball been recovered than the same player was at it again (what a good worker), crossing well and allowing Thomas Bailey to get a 48th minute goal and put New Mills right on the back tootsie. The Millers worked hard though, whilst 1874 were happy to break with pace and cause trouble whenever they could. In fact, if it wasn't for a good low save by the New Mills keeper a 4th goal would have buried any chances of a comeback which, as it seemed, was still on the cards. A lean spell ensued, with minor efforts coming here and there but nothing of note to report. The classy no 11 of New Mills was surprisingly substituted but instantaneously his team won a free kick and up stepped the No 10 (Haydn Foulds) and slapped in an absolutely pearler - just what was needed for the neutral. The re-ignition of a good match was had and now both teams were perspiring with passion and Foulds had another chance that should have been buried but his close range volley flew over and a changing point was had. Now the away team came, the No 4 worked hard and began a great move that saw the ball go to Paul Connor who crossed and a shot came from Scott McGowan again only to be denied by the keeper. The ball however went loose and up stepped Thomas Bailey to snatch his second and his teams fourth and ultimately gain all three points for 1874 Northwich. Now, in the dying stages, the away lads had the upper hand and only a few mistimed shots stopped the scoreline from being increased. The miss of the match came at the other end though when New Mills' best player Haydn Foulds missed an absolute sitter and wasted the last chance of the game - hey ho. The match came to an end soon after and I was left to pick a Man of the Match. In truth there were many good performances from both teams but I am opting for a general who looked controlled throughout, read the game well and was a lynch pin in his teams game play. Step forth 1874's No 8 (Dahrius Waldron) and get the applause you deserve - and as in the words of that syrup wearing git Bruce Forsyth, good game squire, good game.
FINAL THOUGHT - I feel the title of this scribbled piece says it all. The differences between the two teams are small but those little touches and minor off the ball runs are what separated the squads on this occasion. The league position of 1874 Northwich reflects their quality and they will continue to do well and get their well deserved support (big respect to the fans by the way, excellent stuff) and hopefully, just rewards. New Mills on the other hand are better than they seem and have some ruddy good players in their midst. A bit of luck and consistency in their work and they will progress and become a team to watch. A great match today at a very welcoming ground and I look forward to my next visit and just hope they start selling Meths instead of tea at the kiosk so as to keep that ruddy chill out!
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