25th February 2017 - Stockport Town 2 v 1 Sandbach Utd - The 50th game of the season for me today and the 50th match report. It has been a pleasure throughout with many memorable moments along the way. Today I had been tossing up between two matches and when one was called off this was my reserve choice. It looked, on paper, to be an encounter that would see the away side invade and look for all three points, which of course, the home team would try mightily to deny. The weather was cruel today and using my todger as a gauge (a recent invention patented as the Nob-o-Meter) there seemed little hope for sunshine. Like a Pine Cone the Nob-o-Meter can be used to predict the climate and is simple to use - small, shrivelled and acorn-like then the weather is set to miserable, mid-sized and showing potential then the weather may brighten up, standing proud and beaming then the sun is out and the police are on their way - quite simple you see. Anyway I digress (again) and to the match proper. My lasses dropped me off as they went in search of some sports gear and I duly sought out some victuals to kill the 45 minutes before the game kicked off. Chomp, chomp, slurp, spill, slurp!
Under leaden leaking skies the teams began the conflict and it was a hesitant start by the visitors with Stockport pushing on and having the initial impetus. The home lads won a corner, nothing came of it and the few tentative chances they did cultivate failed to raise any goosebumps of success. Tension was dictating, but Sandbach started to prod and poke with a few choice passes that just had a little too much weight. Stockport were in this though and when a free-kick was won and beautifully played into the danger zone the first goal was nabbed courtesy of Matthew Pearson, the Sandbach defender, who unfortunately made the crucial touch. No sooner had celebrations been had by the home squad before they were under the cosh and after a shout for foul was waved on by the referee the defence switched off for just a fraction of a second allowing Boris Melingui to nip in and sweetly slide home. Back to a level par! One slip in concentration and a blow to the body was received. As if still reeling Stockport allowed Sandbach's No 3 (Jamie Morgan) to weave through, squirm the ball to Josh Lane who duly fired but was just off target.
A lull in play came, Sandbach took a firmer grip but any creativity was suppressed by the Town's efficient work rate and reading of the game. In fact Stockport managed to cultivate the next chance when on the 23rd minute Oyibo shot low and hard but was denied by a keeper's mitt that knocked the ball around the post. Moments later the same player was causing in-the-box hassle and the ball could have pinged anywhere but the referee deemed an infringement and play was halted. Stockport, to their utmost credit, were back in this and when a free-kick was awarded at the edge of the box the low shot from Downes swerved in, caught the keeper off his guard and went straight through the poor blighters boiled eggs. 2-1 to the Town - all down to a bit of luck and a heap of pluck. Sandbach heave ho'ed, a stunning cross came that needed a last minute head away to save the day but it failed the stop the visitor's impetus. Stockport though were no pushovers and another corner before half time floated long and high and when their lofty No 9 (Halfacre) nutted towards goal it seemed unbelievable that the inside of the net didn't ripple with success - would this prove to be a costly miss? Join me for the second half after...
...some Yoghurt covered Almonds and a swill of fresh Ginger - ooh aye lad, only the best for the Fungalised gut.
Half two came, end to end scrapping donated to a fractured mess that needed a definite touch of class to up the ante. Sandbach pushed with the wind, a free kick brushed a bonse but the ball breezed by the upright. Stockport responded with pace, a shot was blasted and knocked wide and the corner was delivered well but punched clear and dealt with. At last the half seemed to be picking up. The No 3 for Stockport looked a constant outlet and broke several times with choice focus only to be found lacking in support and options. Suddenly the tide turned, Sandbach won a free-kick and a great floating shot was produced but the local netman adroitly tipped onto the post and saved the day. It was all Sandbach now but substitutes, offside decisions, fouls, injuries and shite shots all contributed to the further contamination of a cruddy half. The Town were standing firm and resisting the building tide but the awful spectacle became broken, bitty and bereft of any real quality. The highlight of the second period came when Stockport's No 10 broke, rode several mucky challenges, released the ball to his colleague who was unceremoniously fouled. The resulting hoof on the edge of the box stuck with the theme set - crap to say the least. Like the titties of Gail Tilsley the whole fiasco withered and sagged and when the ref blew for full time I wasn't the only one who breathed a sigh of relief. Despite the drop in standard in the second half the match provided some good performances with my choice for Man of the Match going to the Town's No 3 (Izzy Miranda), a constant menace, quick off the mark, eager and working some nice moves that kept up the threat for all his team-mates. Well deserved chap, and good on yer for keeping the head down and ploughing away like a good un'.
FINAL THOUGHT - The game today, as mentioned, helped me reach the half century mark of matches attended for the season but it was far from the greatest spectacle I have witnessed. In fact the whole match is best likened to a blow-up woman who gets punctured half way through a bout of huffing and puffing. All things started inflated and full of promise but as things got heated matters became less rewarding and the deflation process left all involved frustrated. Oh Freda Fat-Arse - you promised so much and in the end left me wanting so much more. This happens, I think today the teams cancelled each other out and, like many boxing matches, a clash of styles kills the fluidity. Sandbach will be knocking on the door for promotion and Stockport are on a hot unbeaten streak that may be a little too late - but who knows in this game, it is all unpredictable and that is where the beauty is found.
Saturday 25 February 2017
Sunday 19 February 2017
DIY DOGS GO TO CHADDERTON
18th February 2017 - Chadderton FC 4 v 0 Carlisle City - After attending a fine match last night at Abbey Hey I was up for another good do today. The importance of football as a distraction from the day to day crud is undeniable and as news came through of a break in at a local gaff where I was putting on a 6 band gig after this match I did ponder how lucky we are, as non-league enthusiasts, to have these wonderful bouts of escapism. Myself, good lady and two fellow DIY Dog 'erberts (Take a bow Stu Taylor of STP Records and Ged Murder of deviant poetry) attended this match as an aperitif to a chasing meal of melody that would hopefully please our sonic guts. What more does anyone need - good honest footy, fine company, booze, chocolate, and a dose of real noise and, if we are lucky, a tot of sherry!
A minute's silence prior to the match was observed (RIP Jackie Ewbank) and then both teams got to work with Chadderton straight at it and showing some swift interplay. A few early long-range hoofs came from both sides before the first crucial episode blossomed. Chadderton's talent laden No 8 (Matthew Crothers) worked forth on spellbinding pegs, indulged in a good one-two before preparing to shoot and then being ungraciously fouled. The ball was in the box, the verdict was a penalty and the creator turned killer as he stepped up and slapped in the opening goal. The game became highly active with Chadderton the slicker machine and constantly threatening to double their lead. No's 8, 9, and 10 were catching the peepers and when a Chadderton corner came and an attacking bod snuck in and found decent space the nut that ensued should have found that second goal but alas, floated just off target. A let off indeed! An instantaneous follow-up punch came with 9 and 10 linking up but the end shot was equally disappointing and Carlisle found themselves still in this one.
Eventually the away team gained a foothold in the game and started to win a few decisions and crack forth a few shots with one free kick just flying wide. Both sides continued to input, perspired energy and an abundance of gumption with the interest levels for all kept on level red. I was wondering when the next goal would be scratched up when Chadderton played a long ball out wide, a cross was tossed over and a floating header breezed over the mittman and the lead was increased. Take a bow and the applause, Lewis Lacey.
Carlisle summoned a response, they forced forth with one effort hitting the top of the bar. Chadderton however were hitting a hot streak, they suddenly broke with finesse and when Lewis Lacey found the ball at his tootsies he quite sweetly chipped the keeper and bagged his second, his sides third and put the game almost out of reach for the visiting party. The half progressed and despite Carlisle's grit and fervour it was in the last quarter that saw all chances dissolve and leave them...frustrated. The ref blew, it was very much needed for the side who had once again traveled far and were in a real mire.
Twix and tea for me, tea and a Bueno for the good lady, tea for Mr STP and tea, chocolate and pie for that guzzling git Ged Murder.
Half 2 and Chadderton were straight at it with their No 2 hammering through several players and getting a low shot away. No goal but what fine work, something the player would repeat throughout the second half. Another five pass move cut Carlisle's defence in two but the end shot was straight at the keeper. When another move saw a cross get parried by the mitt-man one suspected that the incoming thumper would find the net but again it was right at the netter - things were getting closer. It was all one way traffic, this was a very strong performance with the rear guard pushing further up the field and giving little room for their opponents to operate. It was all Chadderton, the team were electric but Carlisle plugged away, won a rare corner, the loose ball was cracked forth but missed the upright by inches. The visitors No 10 had a brace of chances - one was punted way over, the other weak and wayward too. Then, just as the arse cheeks of hope were spread Chadderton broke fast and Leon Iluobe connected with the ball and thumped home to bury the match as a contest. Carlisle did get forth a couple more times but the end result was flawed and kissed with ill fortune. Luck was flowing the other way and Chadderton got another penalty (for who knows what) but the effort was tame and the keeper saved low to his left. Not long after a Chadderton sub walloped the bar and then Carlisle had a free kick but the goalie saved and it kind of summed up the fruitlessness of a bad day at the office. The man in the middle eventually called a halt to this one - it was a good tasty game but only one side were ever going to get the full compliment of points today. Man of the Match must go to (Matthew Crothers) who, despite being surprisingly substituted put in an absolute stonking performance, read the game well, dribbled with control, passed with precision and looked a very cultured footballer. In truth several Chadderton players could have been given the nod but this chap just had that extra edge today.
FINAL THOUGHT - A game that highlighted one team on a good roll with quality waiting to bloom further and a game that showed another team just on bad run of form and not getting a fair run of the green. I thought Chadderton were excellent today, some real good performances and an all round liquidity to their play must put them in good stead for the near future. Carlisle on the other hand have work to do, there is something missing in that last quarter, they seem slow in support and just out of sync when it comes to the killer touch. I like their effort though and if it continues things will come good - tis all about patience and effort. Cheers to all for a grand day and hey, the Blackpool Bastards Invasion gig after the match was a stunner too - what a bonus.
A minute's silence prior to the match was observed (RIP Jackie Ewbank) and then both teams got to work with Chadderton straight at it and showing some swift interplay. A few early long-range hoofs came from both sides before the first crucial episode blossomed. Chadderton's talent laden No 8 (Matthew Crothers) worked forth on spellbinding pegs, indulged in a good one-two before preparing to shoot and then being ungraciously fouled. The ball was in the box, the verdict was a penalty and the creator turned killer as he stepped up and slapped in the opening goal. The game became highly active with Chadderton the slicker machine and constantly threatening to double their lead. No's 8, 9, and 10 were catching the peepers and when a Chadderton corner came and an attacking bod snuck in and found decent space the nut that ensued should have found that second goal but alas, floated just off target. A let off indeed! An instantaneous follow-up punch came with 9 and 10 linking up but the end shot was equally disappointing and Carlisle found themselves still in this one.
Eventually the away team gained a foothold in the game and started to win a few decisions and crack forth a few shots with one free kick just flying wide. Both sides continued to input, perspired energy and an abundance of gumption with the interest levels for all kept on level red. I was wondering when the next goal would be scratched up when Chadderton played a long ball out wide, a cross was tossed over and a floating header breezed over the mittman and the lead was increased. Take a bow and the applause, Lewis Lacey.
Carlisle summoned a response, they forced forth with one effort hitting the top of the bar. Chadderton however were hitting a hot streak, they suddenly broke with finesse and when Lewis Lacey found the ball at his tootsies he quite sweetly chipped the keeper and bagged his second, his sides third and put the game almost out of reach for the visiting party. The half progressed and despite Carlisle's grit and fervour it was in the last quarter that saw all chances dissolve and leave them...frustrated. The ref blew, it was very much needed for the side who had once again traveled far and were in a real mire.
Twix and tea for me, tea and a Bueno for the good lady, tea for Mr STP and tea, chocolate and pie for that guzzling git Ged Murder.
Half 2 and Chadderton were straight at it with their No 2 hammering through several players and getting a low shot away. No goal but what fine work, something the player would repeat throughout the second half. Another five pass move cut Carlisle's defence in two but the end shot was straight at the keeper. When another move saw a cross get parried by the mitt-man one suspected that the incoming thumper would find the net but again it was right at the netter - things were getting closer. It was all one way traffic, this was a very strong performance with the rear guard pushing further up the field and giving little room for their opponents to operate. It was all Chadderton, the team were electric but Carlisle plugged away, won a rare corner, the loose ball was cracked forth but missed the upright by inches. The visitors No 10 had a brace of chances - one was punted way over, the other weak and wayward too. Then, just as the arse cheeks of hope were spread Chadderton broke fast and Leon Iluobe connected with the ball and thumped home to bury the match as a contest. Carlisle did get forth a couple more times but the end result was flawed and kissed with ill fortune. Luck was flowing the other way and Chadderton got another penalty (for who knows what) but the effort was tame and the keeper saved low to his left. Not long after a Chadderton sub walloped the bar and then Carlisle had a free kick but the goalie saved and it kind of summed up the fruitlessness of a bad day at the office. The man in the middle eventually called a halt to this one - it was a good tasty game but only one side were ever going to get the full compliment of points today. Man of the Match must go to (Matthew Crothers) who, despite being surprisingly substituted put in an absolute stonking performance, read the game well, dribbled with control, passed with precision and looked a very cultured footballer. In truth several Chadderton players could have been given the nod but this chap just had that extra edge today.
FINAL THOUGHT - A game that highlighted one team on a good roll with quality waiting to bloom further and a game that showed another team just on bad run of form and not getting a fair run of the green. I thought Chadderton were excellent today, some real good performances and an all round liquidity to their play must put them in good stead for the near future. Carlisle on the other hand have work to do, there is something missing in that last quarter, they seem slow in support and just out of sync when it comes to the killer touch. I like their effort though and if it continues things will come good - tis all about patience and effort. Cheers to all for a grand day and hey, the Blackpool Bastards Invasion gig after the match was a stunner too - what a bonus.
Saturday 18 February 2017
END OF WEEK TONIC
17th February 2017 - Abbey Hey 2 v 2 West Didsbury and Chorlton - The week had been long and busy, 2 football matches, a good cycle ride, 4 days at work, a visit to an art gallery and lots of the usual reviewing and chores as well as finalising an impending gig that had me salivating from the sonic jowls. The match tonight was eagerly anticipated and looked to be a rumble of two squads that would potentially bring out the best of all personnel involved. I pay several visits a year to the grounds of both sides so, as ever, am in the fortunate position of being an enthusiastic neutral, therefore all I can ask for is solid commitment and loads of goals (not a lot is it). So, with my position taken up in the usual spot, the clemency of this February night welcome, I witnessed a game of football that went something like this.
Thwack, and in the words of the resident of 221b Baker Street 'The game is afoot'. The opening burst of play was frenzied with midfield mayhem prevalent and the home side looking to use a long ball to cultivate an opportunity and the away side looking to worm a gap and seize the upper hand. West Didsbury seemed to be causing their opponents panic at the back with a hard pressing game and much industry from every man in the pack. However, the first chance came the way of the Hey when their No 9 slipped through and nearly latched onto the ball only to be thwarted at the last by the well spread netman. The WDC warriors went right back and responded with an attack that ended in a firm volley thrown goalward that just missed the upright and let the home birds off the hook. Hey continued to play the better football though and in truth they should have been 1 goal to the good when their No 7 ended up in space with the ball to bury but cracked it wide of the far post to the disappointment of himself and his comrades.
Amid much tussle the ball eventually began to spend a little more time the Abbey Hey box and following a simple ball, a header that was flicked on with hope and a swift cross, up stepped the visitors Nicolaus Evangelinos who tapped home to snatch that crucial early lead. Suddenly Hey were on the back peg, West Didsbury were born again and became sharper throughout with a greater cohesive unity. Credit where credit is due though, the chaps from Abbey Hey hung on, created glimpses of hope and if it wasn't for the focus and team effort of their guests they may have found a break and squared this hard fought match. In fact when Hey's No 11 fired a screamer towards the goal I thought success was imminent but the Diddles No 1 tipped over with alertness and kept things as per. Minutes later the Hey No 7 tried his luck, a good thump but off target. Hey were working darn hard now, a corner was won, a goal line clearance was had, a rattling return shot was blocked and WDC broke and won a contested free kick. A shot cum cross curved in, the netman's fingertips just did enough and the ball was flicked over the bar. What a great advert for non-league football. Action levels and indeed tempers rose and as the referee blew for half time perhaps it was just as well - a time for both teams to cool down and re-assess.
Double Decker time for me, what a great choccy bar!
And to the second half, a session of football that began with great effervescence and back and forth bustle with manic scrambling, half chances and frustration all moulded into one fascinating spectacle. For the neutral this was a cracking bout and when Abbey Hey broke with rapido desire, and their No 9 (Nico Collins) spurted in on weaving tootsies it was most welcome when he rippled the net with a smart finish and got the match back to a deserved equilibrium. This was the start of an incredible effort by the Abbey Hey crew and after a bit of showboating on the touchline by their No 3 (much to the chagrin and amusement of the WDC fans) the whole team seemed buoyed and ready to grab a second goal. They did just that seconds later with another fast break finished by Connor Martin that duly turned the game on its battered and bruised head.
The match was now plugged in to the mains, the electricity levels ascended with tasty tackles galore, gobby reactions aplenty and a superfluity of touchline uproar. Despite the static charge goal chances became a rare commodity, primarily due to the midfield energy that refused to let the ball be free. West Didsbury did have a close in shot fly wide as well as a couple of corners that met with hearty resistance and Abbey Hey always threatened to counterpunch but were met we equal stubbornness. Out of the mush came a free kick for the Hey brigade, a cross ball was laid back and a super shot came with the ball saved with sanguinity and nudged over. The corner produced sweet FA but an immediate follow up was swung in and a nut connected only to send the sphere against the crossbar - boy that was unfortunate! West Didsbury now threw the kitchen sink at the home team and when the ball was knocked toward the net the shout of goal went up and premature celebrations were had. The referee ran to his linesman, was it, wasn't it, did anyone bloody well know? Words exchanged and Hey's No 4 was called over. Red Card, no goal, penalty - what the hell happened there then? It was the 88th minute, up stepped Matty Kay, he picked his spot and oomph, found the net and drew his side level. A kick in the choppers for Abbey Hey but man, what a thriller this was. Hey dug in and kicked back, the ball went up and down and a volley was connected with - the winner surely - no - just off target. It was now a pile-driving finish. West had a late header - the goalkeeper lunged and saved and all of a sudden that, my old fascinated muckers, was that. A great match done, honours shared, perhaps harsh on Abbey Hey but the game lasts 90 minutes and is never done until the fat lady is hollering. Man of the Match today will go to the home team's No 5 (James Moore) who provided a good basis for his team to build around, put in a feisty stint and advanced forth when the chance arose with an eye always peeled for a steady pass.
FINAL THOUGHT - I came, I saw, I was delighted. Two well balanced teams put on a solid show tonight and emphasised what a good standard of football this is and that it is supreme value for money and at a realistic level for all. I have seen both teams several times this year and there is a lot to admire both on and off the pitch. All that is lacking is good fortune and a certain calmness in the face of adversity and both squads will progress further. If distractions are avoided, the head is down and driving then greater glories await and I for one won't begrudge any side the fruits of their labour. Onwards, sideways and hopefully upwards - most importantly though - enjoy every kick, every tackle, every darn footballing minute.
Thwack, and in the words of the resident of 221b Baker Street 'The game is afoot'. The opening burst of play was frenzied with midfield mayhem prevalent and the home side looking to use a long ball to cultivate an opportunity and the away side looking to worm a gap and seize the upper hand. West Didsbury seemed to be causing their opponents panic at the back with a hard pressing game and much industry from every man in the pack. However, the first chance came the way of the Hey when their No 9 slipped through and nearly latched onto the ball only to be thwarted at the last by the well spread netman. The WDC warriors went right back and responded with an attack that ended in a firm volley thrown goalward that just missed the upright and let the home birds off the hook. Hey continued to play the better football though and in truth they should have been 1 goal to the good when their No 7 ended up in space with the ball to bury but cracked it wide of the far post to the disappointment of himself and his comrades.
Amid much tussle the ball eventually began to spend a little more time the Abbey Hey box and following a simple ball, a header that was flicked on with hope and a swift cross, up stepped the visitors Nicolaus Evangelinos who tapped home to snatch that crucial early lead. Suddenly Hey were on the back peg, West Didsbury were born again and became sharper throughout with a greater cohesive unity. Credit where credit is due though, the chaps from Abbey Hey hung on, created glimpses of hope and if it wasn't for the focus and team effort of their guests they may have found a break and squared this hard fought match. In fact when Hey's No 11 fired a screamer towards the goal I thought success was imminent but the Diddles No 1 tipped over with alertness and kept things as per. Minutes later the Hey No 7 tried his luck, a good thump but off target. Hey were working darn hard now, a corner was won, a goal line clearance was had, a rattling return shot was blocked and WDC broke and won a contested free kick. A shot cum cross curved in, the netman's fingertips just did enough and the ball was flicked over the bar. What a great advert for non-league football. Action levels and indeed tempers rose and as the referee blew for half time perhaps it was just as well - a time for both teams to cool down and re-assess.
Double Decker time for me, what a great choccy bar!
And to the second half, a session of football that began with great effervescence and back and forth bustle with manic scrambling, half chances and frustration all moulded into one fascinating spectacle. For the neutral this was a cracking bout and when Abbey Hey broke with rapido desire, and their No 9 (Nico Collins) spurted in on weaving tootsies it was most welcome when he rippled the net with a smart finish and got the match back to a deserved equilibrium. This was the start of an incredible effort by the Abbey Hey crew and after a bit of showboating on the touchline by their No 3 (much to the chagrin and amusement of the WDC fans) the whole team seemed buoyed and ready to grab a second goal. They did just that seconds later with another fast break finished by Connor Martin that duly turned the game on its battered and bruised head.
The match was now plugged in to the mains, the electricity levels ascended with tasty tackles galore, gobby reactions aplenty and a superfluity of touchline uproar. Despite the static charge goal chances became a rare commodity, primarily due to the midfield energy that refused to let the ball be free. West Didsbury did have a close in shot fly wide as well as a couple of corners that met with hearty resistance and Abbey Hey always threatened to counterpunch but were met we equal stubbornness. Out of the mush came a free kick for the Hey brigade, a cross ball was laid back and a super shot came with the ball saved with sanguinity and nudged over. The corner produced sweet FA but an immediate follow up was swung in and a nut connected only to send the sphere against the crossbar - boy that was unfortunate! West Didsbury now threw the kitchen sink at the home team and when the ball was knocked toward the net the shout of goal went up and premature celebrations were had. The referee ran to his linesman, was it, wasn't it, did anyone bloody well know? Words exchanged and Hey's No 4 was called over. Red Card, no goal, penalty - what the hell happened there then? It was the 88th minute, up stepped Matty Kay, he picked his spot and oomph, found the net and drew his side level. A kick in the choppers for Abbey Hey but man, what a thriller this was. Hey dug in and kicked back, the ball went up and down and a volley was connected with - the winner surely - no - just off target. It was now a pile-driving finish. West had a late header - the goalkeeper lunged and saved and all of a sudden that, my old fascinated muckers, was that. A great match done, honours shared, perhaps harsh on Abbey Hey but the game lasts 90 minutes and is never done until the fat lady is hollering. Man of the Match today will go to the home team's No 5 (James Moore) who provided a good basis for his team to build around, put in a feisty stint and advanced forth when the chance arose with an eye always peeled for a steady pass.
FINAL THOUGHT - I came, I saw, I was delighted. Two well balanced teams put on a solid show tonight and emphasised what a good standard of football this is and that it is supreme value for money and at a realistic level for all. I have seen both teams several times this year and there is a lot to admire both on and off the pitch. All that is lacking is good fortune and a certain calmness in the face of adversity and both squads will progress further. If distractions are avoided, the head is down and driving then greater glories await and I for one won't begrudge any side the fruits of their labour. Onwards, sideways and hopefully upwards - most importantly though - enjoy every kick, every tackle, every darn footballing minute.
Thursday 16 February 2017
THE ROAD GOES DOWN AT RUNCORN TOWN
15th February 2017 - Runcorn Town 4 v 1 Maine Road - A day of work, a bit of birding and a lot of Achilles Tendon pain - what a nagging git it is! A quick tea for me and the missus and then out in good time to nip down the motorway to a ground I last visited over 12 months ago. That day was an absolute howler with the wind rattling the corrugated iron at the back of the seating area where I was sat, all alone - boo, hoo. I enjoyed that venture though but tonight the weather looked mild and I would have the grandest company of all - my good lady wife. We arrived at the Pavilions Sports Complex, bought our tea and snacks and awaited the kick off in the clement conditions of this February night. I have a soft spot for Maine Road and always enjoy my visits to their ground but tonight I reckon they would be up against it as Runcorn Town are quite an impressive unit and desperately thirsting for that elusive promotional slot. I, once again, expected much and what I got served up was this.
The bladder of the swine had metamorphed over time and its replacement got rolling at 7.45pm and began an early bout of animation that saw Runcorn hold the greater part of the initial play with an early corner won, a strong ball played in and...lo and behold an own goal forced. 3 minutes on the clock, fortune both ill and good had come to the fore and tilted the game in the way of the home birds. Minutes later The Road were once more put under pressure at the back when a ball was pilfered in the corner, played in and connected with - the shot though just flew over and the guests breathed a huge sigh of relief. Maine Road scampered and out of darn determination and undeniable drive they forced a decision their way, won a penalty which was steadily converted by Connor Hughes to get the match back on an even keel. A more balanced affair ensued, both teams were scurrying like weasels on whizz but for all the huff and puff neither team could sink their teeth into the nadgers of the game and a definite lull in excitement was had. Suddenly, out of the unpredictable blue, a corner was gained by the Runcorn crew from which a solid delivery was given that allowed the nut of Marcus James to rise, connect and find the back of the net. Now where the hell did that come from? 24 minutes on the clock and 3 goals had - the value at this level never fails to impress. Road's backs were now against a sturdy wall and when another cross flew in to the danger zone the quick volley may have just missed the upright but sent out a warning that Runcorn were in the mood to grab a bag full of strikes. Within seconds another corner came for Runcorn, a cool lay off followed and the industrious No 7 let fly with a firm volley only to see the ball zoom inches wide - good effort squire!
As the half now drew to a close Maine Road got back in the mix with several tidy moves just breaking down in the final third but still exuding promise. Alas, as soon as light at the end of the tunnel began to show for the Manchester men the Runcorn netter thumped down a long ball with mayhem at the opposite end ensuing. The visitors No 1 did enough to save the day and earned a yellow card in the process and when the resultant free kick was hammered against the wall and cleared, the dudes on the back foot needed to be grateful to their keeper for helping them go into the break with ambition still aglow.
Half time - a wander, a cup of tea and a Viennese Swirl - oh we cultured folk!
The second half, in brutal truth, was a scrappy affair that saw a hectic start with no individual able to take time on the ball, control the flow and duly dictate. An early looping shot by a Runcorn bod flew over and when another attack came via a typical long ball it was Kev Exell who chased down and lobbed the keeper with ease and forced all the opposing teams heads to noticeably drop. Quality was a rare commodity but as the match progressed the Town displayed the greater desire, the keener bursts of pace and the more driving passion. In truth, Maine Road were as flat as Larry Grayson's arse after a Saturday night love-in (the saucy bugger) but this, in many ways was down to their opponents hustling work-rate that gave them very little time on the ball.
Onwards, still quality would not rear its bare behind and even though the game gave birth to a few zesty tackles the paying punters obviously needed more. Maine Road tried to scrape something from the bottom of a very barren barrel but Runcorn kept threatening to break with high tempo and on one occasion did just that with the move of the game arising and allowing Joe Holt to slide in the 4th goal and deliver a cruel blow to those trying hard but getting nowhere. From here to the final whistle little else happened with one defensive mistake by the visitors nearly buried and a breakaway by the same squad just thwarted at the last by a lunging keeper. The final peeps were issued, the home fans seemed happy and several lasses I spoke to said they enjoyed the match and preferred it to sitting in and watching the box - bloody good on em' I say. Man of the Match tonight wasn't easy but (Matty Woodward) of Runcorn provided the most stable head, tidiest game and constantly enthused and organised his comrades like a good old professional. He knows his role, gets on with it and offers extreme reliability on which his team can depend - nowt wrong with that! To add, this is the second time this player has had the Man of the Match Award off me, by heck, I best start invoicing the bugger!
FINAL THOUGHT - Tonight we saw a typical example of what a team with hunger and pace can do against a team who are in no man's land and who were just hustled out of things and put constantly in a state of panic. If one dangle one's todger in a nest of voracious ants one would expect to get more time to make a plan of action than the Maine Road players got tonight and that is all credit to the Runcorn mob who are chomping at the bit and keen to get something out of a long hard season. I'll be back at both grounds sooner rather than later, wishing both squads the best and hoping Runcorn keep on doing what they do and Maine Road can fill that undoubted potential they have in abundance - keep at it one and all.
The bladder of the swine had metamorphed over time and its replacement got rolling at 7.45pm and began an early bout of animation that saw Runcorn hold the greater part of the initial play with an early corner won, a strong ball played in and...lo and behold an own goal forced. 3 minutes on the clock, fortune both ill and good had come to the fore and tilted the game in the way of the home birds. Minutes later The Road were once more put under pressure at the back when a ball was pilfered in the corner, played in and connected with - the shot though just flew over and the guests breathed a huge sigh of relief. Maine Road scampered and out of darn determination and undeniable drive they forced a decision their way, won a penalty which was steadily converted by Connor Hughes to get the match back on an even keel. A more balanced affair ensued, both teams were scurrying like weasels on whizz but for all the huff and puff neither team could sink their teeth into the nadgers of the game and a definite lull in excitement was had. Suddenly, out of the unpredictable blue, a corner was gained by the Runcorn crew from which a solid delivery was given that allowed the nut of Marcus James to rise, connect and find the back of the net. Now where the hell did that come from? 24 minutes on the clock and 3 goals had - the value at this level never fails to impress. Road's backs were now against a sturdy wall and when another cross flew in to the danger zone the quick volley may have just missed the upright but sent out a warning that Runcorn were in the mood to grab a bag full of strikes. Within seconds another corner came for Runcorn, a cool lay off followed and the industrious No 7 let fly with a firm volley only to see the ball zoom inches wide - good effort squire!
As the half now drew to a close Maine Road got back in the mix with several tidy moves just breaking down in the final third but still exuding promise. Alas, as soon as light at the end of the tunnel began to show for the Manchester men the Runcorn netter thumped down a long ball with mayhem at the opposite end ensuing. The visitors No 1 did enough to save the day and earned a yellow card in the process and when the resultant free kick was hammered against the wall and cleared, the dudes on the back foot needed to be grateful to their keeper for helping them go into the break with ambition still aglow.
Half time - a wander, a cup of tea and a Viennese Swirl - oh we cultured folk!
The second half, in brutal truth, was a scrappy affair that saw a hectic start with no individual able to take time on the ball, control the flow and duly dictate. An early looping shot by a Runcorn bod flew over and when another attack came via a typical long ball it was Kev Exell who chased down and lobbed the keeper with ease and forced all the opposing teams heads to noticeably drop. Quality was a rare commodity but as the match progressed the Town displayed the greater desire, the keener bursts of pace and the more driving passion. In truth, Maine Road were as flat as Larry Grayson's arse after a Saturday night love-in (the saucy bugger) but this, in many ways was down to their opponents hustling work-rate that gave them very little time on the ball.
Onwards, still quality would not rear its bare behind and even though the game gave birth to a few zesty tackles the paying punters obviously needed more. Maine Road tried to scrape something from the bottom of a very barren barrel but Runcorn kept threatening to break with high tempo and on one occasion did just that with the move of the game arising and allowing Joe Holt to slide in the 4th goal and deliver a cruel blow to those trying hard but getting nowhere. From here to the final whistle little else happened with one defensive mistake by the visitors nearly buried and a breakaway by the same squad just thwarted at the last by a lunging keeper. The final peeps were issued, the home fans seemed happy and several lasses I spoke to said they enjoyed the match and preferred it to sitting in and watching the box - bloody good on em' I say. Man of the Match tonight wasn't easy but (Matty Woodward) of Runcorn provided the most stable head, tidiest game and constantly enthused and organised his comrades like a good old professional. He knows his role, gets on with it and offers extreme reliability on which his team can depend - nowt wrong with that! To add, this is the second time this player has had the Man of the Match Award off me, by heck, I best start invoicing the bugger!
FINAL THOUGHT - Tonight we saw a typical example of what a team with hunger and pace can do against a team who are in no man's land and who were just hustled out of things and put constantly in a state of panic. If one dangle one's todger in a nest of voracious ants one would expect to get more time to make a plan of action than the Maine Road players got tonight and that is all credit to the Runcorn mob who are chomping at the bit and keen to get something out of a long hard season. I'll be back at both grounds sooner rather than later, wishing both squads the best and hoping Runcorn keep on doing what they do and Maine Road can fill that undoubted potential they have in abundance - keep at it one and all.
Saturday 11 February 2017
DECISIONS APLENTY, CHEADLE TOWN PROVIDE THE ANSWER
11th February 2017 - Cheadle Town 2 v 1 Carlisle City - My mind was in a complete state of discombobulation due to there being 5 matches I fancied attending and only one place I could actually be. That aggravating aspect of human nature known as 'indecision' when combined with the idiocy of passion is a combination to drive the most sturdy of souls insane and as I went through the rotating wheel of 'if' and but', and considered timing, the weather, the impending footy diary and which match would produce the greatest thrill, I decided to opt for the local-ish clash at Park Road! The only remedy to the weekly befuddlement is a few 12 o 'clock' kick-offs perhaps or even the odd game on a Sunday but then the inner footballing sense says this would almost be too blasphemous to consider - oh cripes. Anyway after a morn of reviews and head scratching I arrived at the ground in decent fettle. The notebook was in hand, the arse cheeks clenched against the cold and the head held high in anticipation of a solid match - this is how my thoughts spilled forth!
3pm, the blessed hour and the globe began to get a good kicking. Initially both sides went through a spell of feeling out their opponents with the adhesive pitch hindering any fluidity in the football and, as a result there was little in it, as perhaps the league positions prior to the match would have suggested. An early foul committed by Carlisle's No 6 should have been overlooked and play should have ran on but a free-kick was prematurely given, Liam Tongue put a shot in and the ball flew wide. Cheadle pushed on from this moment and after a long ball was chased down by the eager Rhys Webb, the goalkeeper rushed out, hoofed and caused a deflection which fell kindly at the strikers tootsies from where he duly tapped home. Carlisle needed to respond and displayed good spirit on a claggy surface with one shot blasted way over but indicating they were up for the fight. Despite their refusal to sit back a breakaway came and saw Cheadle's No 10 (Justin Pickering) rush into a position that left him no option but to shoot. Shoot he did and somehow the ball dipped beneath the keeper and doubled his sides lead. The pink clad netman should have done better I thought but these blips happen, tis all part of the grand scheme. Another Cheadle break immediately followed, No 10 again at the helm, a great chance came and the worst option was taken - what a waste! Moments later the same player connected his bonse with a cross - better, but just off target. Cheadle were now rampant, they came in waves and a bagful of goals looked there to be had.
Carlisle worked hard, some gritty spirit came to the fore with No's 7, 9 and 11 catching the eye with their tireless efforts. Cheadle switched off at one point and a free kick could have led to a goal but Carlisle fluffed the opportunity. The counter attack from the home 'erberts looked equally promising but also ended in a duff result. The away chaps sweated blood and on the 36th minute, after winning a corner and keeping the pressure building the in-swinging cross was nutted home unchallenged and suddenly the game took on a different complexion. A great battling tussle ensued and took us to the break with still everything to play for. A very good half of football indeed.
A swig of ginger, an Arthur Bliss and a continuation of the chat with two grand geezers about the game under the spotlight.
The teams came out for half two and all I asked for was more of the same. The start was scrappy, energy and patience would be the deciding factors it seemed. A bit of nonsense saw Carlisle drag Cheadle into a petty mire and the Cheadle No 4 duly took the bait and after a few petulant responses from each side we saw the aforementioned No 4 of the home side and Carlisle's No 3 both get turfed from the pitch and have an early cooling bath. The idiocy brought the worst out of a few people who were venting spleens and basically getting carried away (silly sods). A shame indeed as the first half was a great advertisement for this league and now we were heading into a messy melee. Carlisle now held most threat and a cross was weakly tapped goalward from close range but trickled agonisingly wide. The same squad threatened again after their No 11 worked the wing and won a foul. The free kick caused hassle at the back for Cheadle but the goalie was down quickly and gobbled up a dangerous ball that saw two attackers looking to get the equaliser. Next, and a Cheadle break was swift and cutting with the final ball just escaping the outstretched toes of the forward (Rhys Webb) - by heck, now that was close. The Town came again, another equally penetrating move but the incoming player (George Blackers) fractured the skyline and not the net. A reckless game ensued, the legs were getting tired and after a drop-ball decision Cheadle were lucky to still have the lead after Carlisle's No 8 blazed a shot goalward and somehow just missed the near post. A Roy of the Rovers moment gone begging. Frustrations grew, tensions built and as a result it became too much for the away sides No 14 who, after a tackle, picked up the ball and threw it against the back of his opponent in another stupid reaction. The outcome - early bath and well deserved. From here the game dissolved into a dreary affair and when the ref blew for full time it was just as well as quality had made a swift exit and hope was not far behind. Today's Man of the Match will, controversially, go to a player from the losing side, namely the No 7 (Ben Davidson) who, despite many frustrations, ran himself into the ground, was just a nuisance throughout and displayed a keenness to make something happen. This choice shouldn't deflect from several Cheadle players who put in good stints but this visitor caught the eye most so gets the nod - tha' must be fair tha' knows!
FINAL THOUGHT - A game of two halves, from the shining to the shite in a couple of blows of the whistle and if we would have had 90 minutes of football like the first 45 then we would have had a classic but, if the full match would have been like the second half it would have been the worst match of the season by far. The problems today were players lack of discipline and not being able to resist the odd wind up or cope with unpredictable frustrations. The red cards were perhaps debatable but if the players just got their heads down, showed a character that is strong enough to rise above the general bollocks then it would have made a huge difference. It is a game, it is about fun and it is about passion, but, most importantly, it is a team game and getting sent off is not only letting yourself down but your hard-working comrades too - a lesson to be learned methinks. Onward and upwards for all I hope!
3pm, the blessed hour and the globe began to get a good kicking. Initially both sides went through a spell of feeling out their opponents with the adhesive pitch hindering any fluidity in the football and, as a result there was little in it, as perhaps the league positions prior to the match would have suggested. An early foul committed by Carlisle's No 6 should have been overlooked and play should have ran on but a free-kick was prematurely given, Liam Tongue put a shot in and the ball flew wide. Cheadle pushed on from this moment and after a long ball was chased down by the eager Rhys Webb, the goalkeeper rushed out, hoofed and caused a deflection which fell kindly at the strikers tootsies from where he duly tapped home. Carlisle needed to respond and displayed good spirit on a claggy surface with one shot blasted way over but indicating they were up for the fight. Despite their refusal to sit back a breakaway came and saw Cheadle's No 10 (Justin Pickering) rush into a position that left him no option but to shoot. Shoot he did and somehow the ball dipped beneath the keeper and doubled his sides lead. The pink clad netman should have done better I thought but these blips happen, tis all part of the grand scheme. Another Cheadle break immediately followed, No 10 again at the helm, a great chance came and the worst option was taken - what a waste! Moments later the same player connected his bonse with a cross - better, but just off target. Cheadle were now rampant, they came in waves and a bagful of goals looked there to be had.
Carlisle worked hard, some gritty spirit came to the fore with No's 7, 9 and 11 catching the eye with their tireless efforts. Cheadle switched off at one point and a free kick could have led to a goal but Carlisle fluffed the opportunity. The counter attack from the home 'erberts looked equally promising but also ended in a duff result. The away chaps sweated blood and on the 36th minute, after winning a corner and keeping the pressure building the in-swinging cross was nutted home unchallenged and suddenly the game took on a different complexion. A great battling tussle ensued and took us to the break with still everything to play for. A very good half of football indeed.
A swig of ginger, an Arthur Bliss and a continuation of the chat with two grand geezers about the game under the spotlight.
The teams came out for half two and all I asked for was more of the same. The start was scrappy, energy and patience would be the deciding factors it seemed. A bit of nonsense saw Carlisle drag Cheadle into a petty mire and the Cheadle No 4 duly took the bait and after a few petulant responses from each side we saw the aforementioned No 4 of the home side and Carlisle's No 3 both get turfed from the pitch and have an early cooling bath. The idiocy brought the worst out of a few people who were venting spleens and basically getting carried away (silly sods). A shame indeed as the first half was a great advertisement for this league and now we were heading into a messy melee. Carlisle now held most threat and a cross was weakly tapped goalward from close range but trickled agonisingly wide. The same squad threatened again after their No 11 worked the wing and won a foul. The free kick caused hassle at the back for Cheadle but the goalie was down quickly and gobbled up a dangerous ball that saw two attackers looking to get the equaliser. Next, and a Cheadle break was swift and cutting with the final ball just escaping the outstretched toes of the forward (Rhys Webb) - by heck, now that was close. The Town came again, another equally penetrating move but the incoming player (George Blackers) fractured the skyline and not the net. A reckless game ensued, the legs were getting tired and after a drop-ball decision Cheadle were lucky to still have the lead after Carlisle's No 8 blazed a shot goalward and somehow just missed the near post. A Roy of the Rovers moment gone begging. Frustrations grew, tensions built and as a result it became too much for the away sides No 14 who, after a tackle, picked up the ball and threw it against the back of his opponent in another stupid reaction. The outcome - early bath and well deserved. From here the game dissolved into a dreary affair and when the ref blew for full time it was just as well as quality had made a swift exit and hope was not far behind. Today's Man of the Match will, controversially, go to a player from the losing side, namely the No 7 (Ben Davidson) who, despite many frustrations, ran himself into the ground, was just a nuisance throughout and displayed a keenness to make something happen. This choice shouldn't deflect from several Cheadle players who put in good stints but this visitor caught the eye most so gets the nod - tha' must be fair tha' knows!
FINAL THOUGHT - A game of two halves, from the shining to the shite in a couple of blows of the whistle and if we would have had 90 minutes of football like the first 45 then we would have had a classic but, if the full match would have been like the second half it would have been the worst match of the season by far. The problems today were players lack of discipline and not being able to resist the odd wind up or cope with unpredictable frustrations. The red cards were perhaps debatable but if the players just got their heads down, showed a character that is strong enough to rise above the general bollocks then it would have made a huge difference. It is a game, it is about fun and it is about passion, but, most importantly, it is a team game and getting sent off is not only letting yourself down but your hard-working comrades too - a lesson to be learned methinks. Onward and upwards for all I hope!
Saturday 4 February 2017
BY ECC - A RELEGATION BATTLE TO SAVOUR
4th February 2017 - Eccleshall FC 0 v 1 Atherton LR - After a morn of sorting grasshopper pictures, catching up on a few chores and making a 'To Do' list for the coming week it was down the M6 with my fine missus for a match that concerned two struggling sides fighting to stay afloat. These non-league fixtures are a constant delight to my DIY punking soul, so ruddy earthy, real and away from the claptrap of that nonsense that used to be a working class game. I really am amazed at the consistent quality on show and, in many respects, how overlooked and neglected some of these teams are. Anyway, I expected a good kick about today, these two squads needed to work hard to gain a boost and what the final outcome would be was anyone's guess. Here is the Fungal lowdown on what transpired.
The first lower limb swung, the sphere became animated and the initial action indicated that both teams were loaded with a plentiful supply of vim and vigor and destined to be involved in a real close affair. Too much panic from both teams and a stodgy pitch took an early toll on the early fluidity but Eccleshall forged the first chance when their No 2 (Callum Hood) dribbled through and really should have had a crack but instead opted to pick out his colleague who recklessly blazed over. Both sides continued to work with huff and puff but commitment to the front was slow in coming at either end. Options were lacking it seemed but Atherton had the next opportunity when their leggy No 11 used good pace, cut nicely in and thumped forth an average shot right into the meat of the keepers belly. A free kick followed from the Laburnum Rovers lads, the ball in was decent enough and the crust that connected came as close as anything seen thus far. Another free kick the same way followed but was absolutely awful as was the counter attack - we stayed as we were! Were we heading for a stalemate?
Despite the lack of goals this was a cracking tussle and could go either way with Eccleshall having the next chance but the weak end shot was cleared with ease. Atherton looked for a through ball and that ranging No 11 sneaked through again and repeated his shot at the netters midriff. 3rd time lucky perhaps? A cross for the visitors came next, it was just tapped over resulting in another corner that saw a defender's bonse rise and just do enough to thwart any further threat. Right up the other end and a crabby deflection dropped at the feet of the No 9 who should have bagged the opening goal but, with time to spare and just the goalie to beat, somehow struck over the cross bar. If the finishing of both sides matched the endeavour we would surely have had a bag of goals at this stage. The pendulum of play was unpredictable, it was one way then t'other and as the half came to a close Atherton had one last chance with a foul on the edge of the box giving them a free boot which turned out to be nothing short of crap. Maybe the legs were tired after a hard half running on a pitch stickier than Richard Madeley's fingers - it does happen and the half time whistle came as a relief to both teams.
Tea, a pea and a stretched of the old boiled eggs.
Half two and Atherton were straight at it, an early shot blazed in and was deflected over. From the corner nothing happened and Eccleshall were allowed to push back. The ball was flying back and forth in a still fascinating encounter and all we needed was a moment of inspiration or freaky fortune to break this very secure deadlock. Suddenly a long ball from nothing found the feet of Atherton's No 9 (Theodore Kidd) who rushed forth, had the keeper to beat, whom he duly rounded before tickling the ball home with the coolest of brows. The ALR bench erupted, some 'erbert appeared and gave off a good shout as well as a fine fragrance of Eau de Cologne (the cannabis version) - by heck, let us hope the dope stayed on the touchline and didn't infect the home team who now needed to get from under the cosh and dig real deep. Atherton were now frisky, they surged forth, a liners dubious decision was labelled as 'wank' by a frustrated Eccy player and still the action levels remain lofted. Eccleshall were not giving in and really making a match of it - the end result was in the balance.
Time progressed and Atherton were now looking the more cohesive and organised unit with plenty of players still keen to run their rear off. Their No 14 should have grabbed further glory when his superb run and shot flew just wide of the far upright. Another break for the visitors exposed some flagging Eccy legs but the finishing was awry and the game refused to be put to bed. The match now looked like a case of many shagged out shanks hanging in and as midfield tensions rose a free-kick for the home squad added to the stress levels with one side applauding the decision the other disputing it very hotly (can you guess which). The shot that came from the sub was firm and low and a save had to be made, The corner came with little threat and after a little bit of in-box arsing another shot was pushed forth but, for the umpteenth time, it was straight at the man in the mesh. A penalty shout at the other end inflamed the away bench as well as a few players and time out by the ref was taken to quell the situation and keep all on the right side of the law. Good work squire!
Now the minutes were few, an Eccleshall sub indicated a shit or bust attitude but chances were squandered and broken down before they really started and as The Rovers applied tactics and game management they conjured up a break that saw, once more, their No 11 run, shoot and force the goalkeeper to produce a nifty save. The corner was wasted as was a bit more time and, before Eccleshall could regroup the ref called time and we were done. A good game I thought, especially for one with only 1 goal in it. It must be stressed too that both sides exposed several smart players who are deserved of greater success. Today my choice of Man of the Match must go to the previously mentioned No 11 (Adam Owens) for Atherton, who was swift, incisive, willing to work right up until the last and was, to put it in no uncertain terms, a bloody menace throughout.
FINAL THOUGHT - This is what it is all about, - two teams pissing in the wind of ill fortune, stuck in the mire at the bottom of the league but giving their all on a cold day, on a sticky pitch and all for the love of the game. The attitude and effort of both teams was commendable, the entertainment value high and the outcome but cruel and crucial in many ways. Despair and delight came, several players shone like freshly polished arses in a desert of desperation and I really do hope that both these squads get justice for their efforts and build up some form of momentum that takes them to a position reflective of their talent. The trip to Pershall Park was a pleasure (even if we didn't win the raffle - again) and we shall most certainly be back. Of course we shall be popping up to Crilly Park soon enough where memories of chips as long as eels are still fresh in the noggin. Final message - get out folks, bollocks to the overpaid, support the underdogs!
The first lower limb swung, the sphere became animated and the initial action indicated that both teams were loaded with a plentiful supply of vim and vigor and destined to be involved in a real close affair. Too much panic from both teams and a stodgy pitch took an early toll on the early fluidity but Eccleshall forged the first chance when their No 2 (Callum Hood) dribbled through and really should have had a crack but instead opted to pick out his colleague who recklessly blazed over. Both sides continued to work with huff and puff but commitment to the front was slow in coming at either end. Options were lacking it seemed but Atherton had the next opportunity when their leggy No 11 used good pace, cut nicely in and thumped forth an average shot right into the meat of the keepers belly. A free kick followed from the Laburnum Rovers lads, the ball in was decent enough and the crust that connected came as close as anything seen thus far. Another free kick the same way followed but was absolutely awful as was the counter attack - we stayed as we were! Were we heading for a stalemate?
Despite the lack of goals this was a cracking tussle and could go either way with Eccleshall having the next chance but the weak end shot was cleared with ease. Atherton looked for a through ball and that ranging No 11 sneaked through again and repeated his shot at the netters midriff. 3rd time lucky perhaps? A cross for the visitors came next, it was just tapped over resulting in another corner that saw a defender's bonse rise and just do enough to thwart any further threat. Right up the other end and a crabby deflection dropped at the feet of the No 9 who should have bagged the opening goal but, with time to spare and just the goalie to beat, somehow struck over the cross bar. If the finishing of both sides matched the endeavour we would surely have had a bag of goals at this stage. The pendulum of play was unpredictable, it was one way then t'other and as the half came to a close Atherton had one last chance with a foul on the edge of the box giving them a free boot which turned out to be nothing short of crap. Maybe the legs were tired after a hard half running on a pitch stickier than Richard Madeley's fingers - it does happen and the half time whistle came as a relief to both teams.
Tea, a pea and a stretched of the old boiled eggs.
Half two and Atherton were straight at it, an early shot blazed in and was deflected over. From the corner nothing happened and Eccleshall were allowed to push back. The ball was flying back and forth in a still fascinating encounter and all we needed was a moment of inspiration or freaky fortune to break this very secure deadlock. Suddenly a long ball from nothing found the feet of Atherton's No 9 (Theodore Kidd) who rushed forth, had the keeper to beat, whom he duly rounded before tickling the ball home with the coolest of brows. The ALR bench erupted, some 'erbert appeared and gave off a good shout as well as a fine fragrance of Eau de Cologne (the cannabis version) - by heck, let us hope the dope stayed on the touchline and didn't infect the home team who now needed to get from under the cosh and dig real deep. Atherton were now frisky, they surged forth, a liners dubious decision was labelled as 'wank' by a frustrated Eccy player and still the action levels remain lofted. Eccleshall were not giving in and really making a match of it - the end result was in the balance.
Time progressed and Atherton were now looking the more cohesive and organised unit with plenty of players still keen to run their rear off. Their No 14 should have grabbed further glory when his superb run and shot flew just wide of the far upright. Another break for the visitors exposed some flagging Eccy legs but the finishing was awry and the game refused to be put to bed. The match now looked like a case of many shagged out shanks hanging in and as midfield tensions rose a free-kick for the home squad added to the stress levels with one side applauding the decision the other disputing it very hotly (can you guess which). The shot that came from the sub was firm and low and a save had to be made, The corner came with little threat and after a little bit of in-box arsing another shot was pushed forth but, for the umpteenth time, it was straight at the man in the mesh. A penalty shout at the other end inflamed the away bench as well as a few players and time out by the ref was taken to quell the situation and keep all on the right side of the law. Good work squire!
Now the minutes were few, an Eccleshall sub indicated a shit or bust attitude but chances were squandered and broken down before they really started and as The Rovers applied tactics and game management they conjured up a break that saw, once more, their No 11 run, shoot and force the goalkeeper to produce a nifty save. The corner was wasted as was a bit more time and, before Eccleshall could regroup the ref called time and we were done. A good game I thought, especially for one with only 1 goal in it. It must be stressed too that both sides exposed several smart players who are deserved of greater success. Today my choice of Man of the Match must go to the previously mentioned No 11 (Adam Owens) for Atherton, who was swift, incisive, willing to work right up until the last and was, to put it in no uncertain terms, a bloody menace throughout.
FINAL THOUGHT - This is what it is all about, - two teams pissing in the wind of ill fortune, stuck in the mire at the bottom of the league but giving their all on a cold day, on a sticky pitch and all for the love of the game. The attitude and effort of both teams was commendable, the entertainment value high and the outcome but cruel and crucial in many ways. Despair and delight came, several players shone like freshly polished arses in a desert of desperation and I really do hope that both these squads get justice for their efforts and build up some form of momentum that takes them to a position reflective of their talent. The trip to Pershall Park was a pleasure (even if we didn't win the raffle - again) and we shall most certainly be back. Of course we shall be popping up to Crilly Park soon enough where memories of chips as long as eels are still fresh in the noggin. Final message - get out folks, bollocks to the overpaid, support the underdogs!
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