28th March 2017 - West Didsbury & Chorlton 3 v 3 Barnoldswick Town FC - Back to work today after 5 days roaming, one mustn't grumble but one invariably does - what a ruddy greedy and cantankerous git I am! Fortunately I had a footballing treat last night and another tonight plus a bonus ball of a local derby on Friday - excellent indeed. So, after a walk home, some chores, a read of a very unsettling short story called 'The Claygo Worm', some chatter and tea with the lovely lasses I did a bit of website work and got my rear in gear for a trip to the spacious realms of The Recreation Ground. The recent sunny weather was set to turn damp and I cursed the fact that I may be in for a moistening as I watched play unfold. Fortune though as seen my bonse evolve into an all-weather surface and come rain or shine the barnet (well bristles is perhaps closer to the mark) holds up well. I came, I saw, I scribbled - this is a tale of some Tuesday night tussling.
The sphere spun, the shanks peddled, the onlookers peepers were peeled and expectant. 2 early sub-chances came with the home bods flashing a low ball across the goalmouth and the guests chucking in a cross that was nearly volleyed but alas missed completely. As the match moved on with increasing pace the greased surface only helped in zipping up the tempo with both teams eager to play on the deck and worm out an opportunity to gain glory. No sooner had I contemplated the set up of both units than the West Didsbury dudes formulated some neat interplay in and around the box and when Joe Shaw ended up with the ball at his tootsies he stayed mighty calm, paused and poked and gave his team the early lead. On the WDC army came, their No 2 was an early threat and made some good weaving advances one of which allowed his colleague to win a corner and add more pressure. Nothing came of the boot in but the visitors needed to stay on guard. Next excitement came courtesy of the whirling feet of WDC's No 11 (Nicolaos Evangelinos) who neatly manoeuvred with keen effort and provided a cutting ball that just fell shy of his comrade who would have been in one prime position to score. The threat was now ascending. Minutes later the same player kept an almost lost ball in on the line, helped create a position that saw the Barnsoldswick keeper leave his line and yet somehow just manage to save an incoming shot and keep things as they were - ooh that crabby devil.
The men in black and white continued to thrust and suddenly a free kick was won, swung in with ease and the bonse of that persistent Evangelinos glanced up and the lead was duly doubled. 4 minutes later and the third goal was sunk, this time via the feet of Nia Bayunu, and well deserved it was. The home team were on fire tonight and as I scribbled notes on dampened paper Saul Henderson was through and forcing the mittman to make another save and keep things within reach for the guests. West Didsbury came in waves, all the squad from the Silentnight Stadium could do was hope for a fortunate escape route. As the Barlick Boys pushed their hosts broke again when a stunning through ball saw Henderson shoot with power but was ultimately unlucky to find the outside of the post. Despite the way of the tide Barlick showed good spirit and started to win more territory but it didn't last long before the WDC chaps quelled any raising hopes and flat-lined their opponents passion. The Town did manage one late flourish with a shot blocked and a free kick saved but the ref blew soon after and it was time for all to regroup.
A wander for a Gypsy's kiss and back on the touchline for a welcome Twix. My thoughts were that this match wasn't over and I suggested to one nearby bod that despite WDC being 3-0 up I thought it wasn't a true reflection of what I had witnessed. Something in the gut told me Barnoldswick were not too far off the pace.
The second half was started with the Barlick-eers in sprightly form with Zak Dale on the flank working well and getting a cross in that No 8 (Jake Lloyd) should have buried, Seconds later Dale was at it again with a tame shot that didn't trouble the netter but did raise levels of confidence and...promise. The hosts gradually grew into the half after a sluggish start with Henderson firing low and hard and indicating his team were still on the prowl for more goals. Barnoldswick though were now a different proposition, and after some confusion in their opponent's box their No 4 (Matthew Cavanagh) was allowed two bites of a dangling cherry, the second of which saw the ball whacked forth and forcing the keeper to save. Back up the other end the Barnoldswick keeper had to mirror his counterpart and block a thumping shot to keep the scoreline down to 3 - it proved a decisive moment.
With animation levels at level 'high', the ball boomed back and forth and when the home squad's latest acquisition (Joshua Tinker) missed a through ball and then chased back and committed an in-box sin a penalty was given and the game took on a whole new slant. Up stepped Andrew Hill on the 63rd minute and slapped the ball low in the corner and gave a new lease of life to a rejuvenated squad. Discomforting ripples now appeared in the WDC ranks, and when Barlick's frisky Zak Dale broke and only had the keeper to beat, he was unlucky to see the ball saved at the last and leave him a trifled frustrated. The flow though had turned, top marks to the boys in blue for forcing the issue, and West Didsbury were surely wishing that they had King Canute on the bench to make an appearance and attempt to stop the ever rising tide. Shots kept coming and then a move to savour was executed with pacey aplomb and Gareth Hargreaves slammed home the goal of the night and threw the end result right back in to the lucky bag. The visitors now pushed higher, they were prone to a break, it was one almighty touch and go affair with the home players now out of their comfort zone. Barlick came again, a great cross and a defender nutted the wrong way - just over, phew. The corner came, a wild shot was sent over but the BOW's were probing and after winning another corner, suddenly Aaron Hollindrake had made contact and found the back of the net - goal, goal, goal - this one was a classic and we were all square with only 5 minutes on the clock. These last minutes were hectic, a grandstand finish as both teams looked to grab a winner and as time stood still and the last combative fling seemed to never end eventually it did so and both teams left the pitch to warm applause and with honours justly even. Many good performances were witnessed tonight but the Man of the Match for me was West Didsbury and Chorlton's No 11 (Nicolaos Evangelinos), a player who showed some good skill, a high work ethic and even grabbed a goal. A consistent player who needs constant attention and drags opponents this way and that and thus creates space for his comrades - a neat stint again.
FINAL THOUGHT - What a match, what value, what spirit! West Didsbury were on fire for the first 45 minutes but that fire was doused by gushing waters of undeniable Barlick belief that turned this game around and made for one absorbing spectacle. One of the best games of a long season for me, that is the joy though of being a neutral and yet it was apparent that tonight one set of fans went home frustrated whilst the others journeyed back on a spirited high - such is the state of this fascinating soccer realm. Good on the teams tonight for playing the game in a good spirit and contributing to a free-flowing match - here's to many, many more. Right back to the punk pit for me, Oi ruddy Oi!
Wednesday 29 March 2017
Tuesday 28 March 2017
PERSISTENCE, PRESSURE AND PASSION
27th March 2017 - Maine Road 2 v 0 Padiham FC - The weather has been glorious and after a morns mooching in the undergrowth and a catch up with numerous tasks in the afternoon I was pleasantly anticipating another visit to this local-ish ground to watch two teams still do battle as the seasons end is nigh. Padiham seemed to have the edge as far as league standings go but Maine Road are never a push over and when 'on form' are a match for almost anyone. My brass was on a good scoring draw but like I always say, you have to be a real fruitloop to bet on any form of football with any confidence. It is a capricious game with each result dependent on many factors as well as the well-manicured but uncertain hands of Lady Luck - she is a right freaky babe don't ya know. So, after a cuppa and a catch up with my punk peddling comrade, positions were taken and this is what unfolded.
Initial impressions of the game were of an home team looking industrious and persistent whilst the away team were well drilled and seeking to play with patience. Action took place primarily in the midfield with both units looking to play the ball and carve the first real chance. With 12 minutes on the clock and Padiham just starting to impose themselves it was their opponents who struck first when a through ball from nowhere ended up at the feet of Connor Hughes who did what he had to do and notched up the first goal of a game that would prove to be quite frugal with the net-ripplers. The blues now scampered and hurried with greater thirst, Padiham tried to settle yet had to watch their backs at all times to avoid another defense splitting move. As the Storks began to peck and apply themselves The Road began to backpedal and one particular cross from the visitors swung in with spite and stung the bar with the rebound falling at the feet of their lofty No 9, who in truth should have buried the ball, but instead wasted the golden chance. From this onslaught Road reacted and a breakaway saw one particular shot fly low and force the oppositions keeper to drop low, smother and make sure his team didn't go 2 down and almost beyond hope.
Padiham kept on forcing the issue with many noticeable cross balls played in but with the Blues back pack resolute and watertight and not willing to give one darn inch. The discipline in the home teams ranks was admirable as was their work ethic and even though Padiham kept good patience and built with care one couldn't see how they would make any possible breakthrough. A shot was cracked in but flew wide of the mark and a corner found a bonse but once again the target was missed. The visitors looked ripe and ready to bear fruit and as tasty tackles came, determination levels rose from both units one expected something out of the blue to banish the balance. Padiham had one last attack late on in the half and won a corner which was lofted in only to find the mitts of the keeper who clung on, released and eased any pressure. There was no time for anymore action and as the ref peeped (dirty devil) me and my comrade chewed the cud over a cup of cha (or Bovril in my mates case, the nasty sod).
And breathe...
The second half came, Maine Road started to work the flanks, Padiham stayed more central - it was a chess match that was surely going to need a killer stroke to find another goal. A controversial foul given the way of Padiham resulted in a Maine Road breakaway which kind of summed up the difference between the two sides tonight - Maine Road just wanted it more and worked with far more zest. This blatant desire was making for an intriguing affair and a certain friskiness was creeping into the game that resulted in several tasty tackles and a few necessary bookings. As tension rose Padiham had more possession but all the while Maine Road remained comfortable and if a few more crosses had perhaps a bit more conviction further goals may have occurred. The blustering busy approach of the home dudes nearly bore glory when the pressure applied forced the guests to resort to a back pass which, tricked pass the keeper, approached the goal but, also trickled wide of the upright - oh ye lucky buggers. As the half advanced chances became a rare commodity when Maine Road substituted their No 9 (who I thought was man of the match up to that point) a charge was perhaps in the offing. Moments later a Road cross flashed into the box and a shot followed that promised much but was caught all wrong. Padiham dug deeper, they were desperate to get back in this one but out of the blue the ball ended up at the feet of Road's Matthew Morgan who curled one home (excuse the toilet-based suggestion) and killed the game on its aching feet. Great finish for sure!
A triple sub by Padiham was a last chuck of the dice and a goalkeeping sub by Maine Road raised a few eyebrows but made no difference to the overall scenario. A tasty tackle late on brought uproar and some cruddy exchanges that really do need looking into. I could dwell on these here but I refuse to be distracted from a good game and a good Maine Road performance - so suck on that you ever-ravenous gossip mongers. As the heat rose the ref called things to a halt and still the unnecessary verbals flew - oh summer time is here again and the mad dogs and Englishmen are out early - bah. On an upbeat note I finalise with my choice of Man of the Match, namely Maine Road's (Thomas Keyworth), a whipper-snapper with pace who covered more than his fair share of turf and made sure the opponents defense was constantly alert. A tireless effort and indicative of his teams attitude - marvellous.
FINAL THOUGHT - Tonight emphasised two points that are very important in this non-league pit. Point one - if your team is willing to run itself ragged, work like buggery for one another and make sure the full 90 minutes are played out then you will, more often than not, be on the right side of the result. Maine Road did just that tonight and despite coming up against a well organised side there was only one way the result was going to go. Point Two - banter and disagreements are all well and good in the game but when that spills over into machismo mania and threats of violence it is time to take a step back and re-evaluate what the hell is going on. Football, at the end of the day, is a game and there for fun, fitness and escapism. Passion is all well and good but there is passion and there is stupidity - there is a difference! My message is simple - let us enjoy our non-league soccer, support the clubs who are struggling and keep it a friendly place for all.
Initial impressions of the game were of an home team looking industrious and persistent whilst the away team were well drilled and seeking to play with patience. Action took place primarily in the midfield with both units looking to play the ball and carve the first real chance. With 12 minutes on the clock and Padiham just starting to impose themselves it was their opponents who struck first when a through ball from nowhere ended up at the feet of Connor Hughes who did what he had to do and notched up the first goal of a game that would prove to be quite frugal with the net-ripplers. The blues now scampered and hurried with greater thirst, Padiham tried to settle yet had to watch their backs at all times to avoid another defense splitting move. As the Storks began to peck and apply themselves The Road began to backpedal and one particular cross from the visitors swung in with spite and stung the bar with the rebound falling at the feet of their lofty No 9, who in truth should have buried the ball, but instead wasted the golden chance. From this onslaught Road reacted and a breakaway saw one particular shot fly low and force the oppositions keeper to drop low, smother and make sure his team didn't go 2 down and almost beyond hope.
Padiham kept on forcing the issue with many noticeable cross balls played in but with the Blues back pack resolute and watertight and not willing to give one darn inch. The discipline in the home teams ranks was admirable as was their work ethic and even though Padiham kept good patience and built with care one couldn't see how they would make any possible breakthrough. A shot was cracked in but flew wide of the mark and a corner found a bonse but once again the target was missed. The visitors looked ripe and ready to bear fruit and as tasty tackles came, determination levels rose from both units one expected something out of the blue to banish the balance. Padiham had one last attack late on in the half and won a corner which was lofted in only to find the mitts of the keeper who clung on, released and eased any pressure. There was no time for anymore action and as the ref peeped (dirty devil) me and my comrade chewed the cud over a cup of cha (or Bovril in my mates case, the nasty sod).
And breathe...
The second half came, Maine Road started to work the flanks, Padiham stayed more central - it was a chess match that was surely going to need a killer stroke to find another goal. A controversial foul given the way of Padiham resulted in a Maine Road breakaway which kind of summed up the difference between the two sides tonight - Maine Road just wanted it more and worked with far more zest. This blatant desire was making for an intriguing affair and a certain friskiness was creeping into the game that resulted in several tasty tackles and a few necessary bookings. As tension rose Padiham had more possession but all the while Maine Road remained comfortable and if a few more crosses had perhaps a bit more conviction further goals may have occurred. The blustering busy approach of the home dudes nearly bore glory when the pressure applied forced the guests to resort to a back pass which, tricked pass the keeper, approached the goal but, also trickled wide of the upright - oh ye lucky buggers. As the half advanced chances became a rare commodity when Maine Road substituted their No 9 (who I thought was man of the match up to that point) a charge was perhaps in the offing. Moments later a Road cross flashed into the box and a shot followed that promised much but was caught all wrong. Padiham dug deeper, they were desperate to get back in this one but out of the blue the ball ended up at the feet of Road's Matthew Morgan who curled one home (excuse the toilet-based suggestion) and killed the game on its aching feet. Great finish for sure!
A triple sub by Padiham was a last chuck of the dice and a goalkeeping sub by Maine Road raised a few eyebrows but made no difference to the overall scenario. A tasty tackle late on brought uproar and some cruddy exchanges that really do need looking into. I could dwell on these here but I refuse to be distracted from a good game and a good Maine Road performance - so suck on that you ever-ravenous gossip mongers. As the heat rose the ref called things to a halt and still the unnecessary verbals flew - oh summer time is here again and the mad dogs and Englishmen are out early - bah. On an upbeat note I finalise with my choice of Man of the Match, namely Maine Road's (Thomas Keyworth), a whipper-snapper with pace who covered more than his fair share of turf and made sure the opponents defense was constantly alert. A tireless effort and indicative of his teams attitude - marvellous.
FINAL THOUGHT - Tonight emphasised two points that are very important in this non-league pit. Point one - if your team is willing to run itself ragged, work like buggery for one another and make sure the full 90 minutes are played out then you will, more often than not, be on the right side of the result. Maine Road did just that tonight and despite coming up against a well organised side there was only one way the result was going to go. Point Two - banter and disagreements are all well and good in the game but when that spills over into machismo mania and threats of violence it is time to take a step back and re-evaluate what the hell is going on. Football, at the end of the day, is a game and there for fun, fitness and escapism. Passion is all well and good but there is passion and there is stupidity - there is a difference! My message is simple - let us enjoy our non-league soccer, support the clubs who are struggling and keep it a friendly place for all.
Saturday 25 March 2017
THE MECHANICS ARE SCREWLESS AS OSWESTRY HAVE ALL THE TOOLS
25th March 2017 - AFC Blackpool 0 v 3 FC Oswestry Town - Up early, a birding wander at RSPB Fairhaven, with 35 bird species seen and several blooming plants, followed by a wander in Lytham with a Subway lunch taken on the small but well laid out Ashton Park. The weather was superb throughout and a walk along the pier was had prior to dropping the car off at today's chosen ground and having a pootle in a nearby garden centre. Back to the Mechanics Ground, a quick chat with the proud groundsman regarding his ruddy fine work in keeping the playing surface up to, and beyond, scratch and then a cup of tea and some chips in the solar treat - lovely. We wandered to the far side of the ground and chose our arse-resting spots, pondered the programme and had a quick kiss and cuddle - we are still young at heart tha' knows. Time ticked on and then the tangerine and blue and white striped teams entered, the game was due to start and after 1 minutes silence in a mark of respect for the recent idiocy in London the ref blew and it was time to savour another episode of the wonderful non-league game.
The home team started quickly and in the first few seconds their No 5 broke like he had a chilli up his chuff and duly created a chance that saw his colleague No 10 with the ball at his feet but unable to control long enough to release the trigger. Any hope this move may have kindled in the tickers of the Mechs Men was soon doused though after the visitors No 4 played an assassin's pass that took out every player bar one, namely his colleague Brendan Price, who connected, controlled and kicked to get that crucial opener on the stroke of 4 minutes. Instantly Blackpool came back, won a corner that was knocked in with kindness to allow the No 6 to connect with and unluckily just send over. A frisky start for sure and we were soon right back down the other end when a throw-in cum cross found a bonse that nutted the ball forth only to see the keeper respond and stop the Oswestry brigade from doubling their lead. As the half settled the O's had most composure and always looked to have that extra option and a fraction more time on the globe. Having said that, Blackpool had the next effort when a snap-shot was swung forth with pace and, although it clouted the crossbar, it surely was a catalyst to re-invigorate the whole teams belief. This moment did assist in making the game more balanced and both teams were now battling for every ball and hoping to achieve something of a stranglehold on proceedings. Oswestry, for their efforts, had 3 corners in a row but all to no avail, whereas AFC Blackpool reacted with their impressive No11 easily losing his marker. providing a cross but alas seeing his ball dealt with to the cost of a corner. The corner came, it was best forgotten and no further comments are needed.
As we passed the halfway mark of this opening period the boys in the stripes threatened to unleash another long ball, with one such effort finding a bod on the flank who lobbed in and just missed the far post. Goal attempt or no goal attempt that was mightily close and the home netter was spared the blushes. The Town came yet again, the neglected No 2 led the charge and cultivated a position that saw his colleague put in a low hard cross only for the embarrassment free keeper to snuff out the threat low on the deck. Towards the last few minutes the game dissolved as a spectacle and it was just as well the referee called for a break.
We wandered towards the clubhouse for a cup of cha' and returned back to our seats with the end result still up in the air. For the record, this was the 56th match of the season we have attended and we still haven't won a bloody raffle - I doth protest but we won't give up!
Period two began with much pace and perspiration, a renewed urgency was had by both units with plenty of hollering on the pitch and from the dug-outs. In fact a couple of bods from the home pit may wake up tomorrow with voice's rougher than Fanny Craddock's after a long indulgent cannabis session - it does happen! The first action came after Oswestry conceded a corner but broke with style after their No 11 held the ball and released with casual class. This composure eventually led to a cross flying across the goal that just eluded all stretching toes, both defensive and offensive - crikey. AFC tried to gain a foothold and worked hard but as they did a sudden fracture appeared in their industrious back line and when Daniel Tinsley found the ball at his feet he wasted no time in picking his spot and sliding the ball home to add icing on his team's advantageous cake. Now Blackpool had to push and push they did, but more gaps appeared at the rear and they were caught on the hop again when a simple but effective move was finalised by Daniel Graham and the game was, as far as the home team were concerned, flushed round the U-bend.
Only minutes left and the O's came in waves and tried to add more gloss to an all round shining performance. Arguing between a home bod and his manager was doing his team no favours but they still worked hard and they were unfortunate not to snatch at least one back after their No 11 weaved forth, flung in a low cross which could have gone anywhere and given the whole squad a glimpse of some light at the end of a very long tunnel. The away team were tight today though, tighter in fact than Neville Southall's jockstrap (see recent photo's of the ex-Everton goalkeeper and no further evidence is needed) and with minutes left it seemed they had the match signed, sealed and delivered. Blackpool did have a brief rennaisance but they finished on the back peg as Oswestry won 2 back to back corners that saw Alun Morris connect his noggin on both, one forcing the keeper to make a marvellous save and the other just flying wide. The visiting No 10 had a shot but it was straight at the keeper and somewhat tame and the final kick came the way of Morris again who tried his luck but fired over. And that was that. Man of the Match, coincidentally enough, goes to the aforementioned No 6 of FC Oswestry Town (Alun Morris), who put in a ruddy cracking performance and was tougher to beat than Ken Dodd's Tax Dodging excuses. A real workmanlike performance and one that had a touch of understated quality from which his team benefited tremendously.
FINAL THOUGHT - Sunshine, a fine footballing pitch and a decent game that indicated how luck, confidence and cohesion can make great differences. In truth, Oswestry deserved this because it was a concrete act and all departments worked as a complete unit and on another day they may have had 5 or 6 goals to celebrate. Blackpool, for all their current woes, have much to ponder but positivity manifested itself in the form of their No's 9 and 11 who never stopped working, kept their heads down and set an example for all to follow. They will survive the drop and then, in the close season, just need to work on their engine and tighten a few loose screws - it can be done. Meanwhile Oswestry are doing fine and after this opening campaign next year they may just well be a force to consider with greater apprehension. Oh and to finally add - this is a great ground to visit, nice set up, good seating and did I mentioned the pitch - wow!
The home team started quickly and in the first few seconds their No 5 broke like he had a chilli up his chuff and duly created a chance that saw his colleague No 10 with the ball at his feet but unable to control long enough to release the trigger. Any hope this move may have kindled in the tickers of the Mechs Men was soon doused though after the visitors No 4 played an assassin's pass that took out every player bar one, namely his colleague Brendan Price, who connected, controlled and kicked to get that crucial opener on the stroke of 4 minutes. Instantly Blackpool came back, won a corner that was knocked in with kindness to allow the No 6 to connect with and unluckily just send over. A frisky start for sure and we were soon right back down the other end when a throw-in cum cross found a bonse that nutted the ball forth only to see the keeper respond and stop the Oswestry brigade from doubling their lead. As the half settled the O's had most composure and always looked to have that extra option and a fraction more time on the globe. Having said that, Blackpool had the next effort when a snap-shot was swung forth with pace and, although it clouted the crossbar, it surely was a catalyst to re-invigorate the whole teams belief. This moment did assist in making the game more balanced and both teams were now battling for every ball and hoping to achieve something of a stranglehold on proceedings. Oswestry, for their efforts, had 3 corners in a row but all to no avail, whereas AFC Blackpool reacted with their impressive No11 easily losing his marker. providing a cross but alas seeing his ball dealt with to the cost of a corner. The corner came, it was best forgotten and no further comments are needed.
As we passed the halfway mark of this opening period the boys in the stripes threatened to unleash another long ball, with one such effort finding a bod on the flank who lobbed in and just missed the far post. Goal attempt or no goal attempt that was mightily close and the home netter was spared the blushes. The Town came yet again, the neglected No 2 led the charge and cultivated a position that saw his colleague put in a low hard cross only for the embarrassment free keeper to snuff out the threat low on the deck. Towards the last few minutes the game dissolved as a spectacle and it was just as well the referee called for a break.
We wandered towards the clubhouse for a cup of cha' and returned back to our seats with the end result still up in the air. For the record, this was the 56th match of the season we have attended and we still haven't won a bloody raffle - I doth protest but we won't give up!
Period two began with much pace and perspiration, a renewed urgency was had by both units with plenty of hollering on the pitch and from the dug-outs. In fact a couple of bods from the home pit may wake up tomorrow with voice's rougher than Fanny Craddock's after a long indulgent cannabis session - it does happen! The first action came after Oswestry conceded a corner but broke with style after their No 11 held the ball and released with casual class. This composure eventually led to a cross flying across the goal that just eluded all stretching toes, both defensive and offensive - crikey. AFC tried to gain a foothold and worked hard but as they did a sudden fracture appeared in their industrious back line and when Daniel Tinsley found the ball at his feet he wasted no time in picking his spot and sliding the ball home to add icing on his team's advantageous cake. Now Blackpool had to push and push they did, but more gaps appeared at the rear and they were caught on the hop again when a simple but effective move was finalised by Daniel Graham and the game was, as far as the home team were concerned, flushed round the U-bend.
Only minutes left and the O's came in waves and tried to add more gloss to an all round shining performance. Arguing between a home bod and his manager was doing his team no favours but they still worked hard and they were unfortunate not to snatch at least one back after their No 11 weaved forth, flung in a low cross which could have gone anywhere and given the whole squad a glimpse of some light at the end of a very long tunnel. The away team were tight today though, tighter in fact than Neville Southall's jockstrap (see recent photo's of the ex-Everton goalkeeper and no further evidence is needed) and with minutes left it seemed they had the match signed, sealed and delivered. Blackpool did have a brief rennaisance but they finished on the back peg as Oswestry won 2 back to back corners that saw Alun Morris connect his noggin on both, one forcing the keeper to make a marvellous save and the other just flying wide. The visiting No 10 had a shot but it was straight at the keeper and somewhat tame and the final kick came the way of Morris again who tried his luck but fired over. And that was that. Man of the Match, coincidentally enough, goes to the aforementioned No 6 of FC Oswestry Town (Alun Morris), who put in a ruddy cracking performance and was tougher to beat than Ken Dodd's Tax Dodging excuses. A real workmanlike performance and one that had a touch of understated quality from which his team benefited tremendously.
FINAL THOUGHT - Sunshine, a fine footballing pitch and a decent game that indicated how luck, confidence and cohesion can make great differences. In truth, Oswestry deserved this because it was a concrete act and all departments worked as a complete unit and on another day they may have had 5 or 6 goals to celebrate. Blackpool, for all their current woes, have much to ponder but positivity manifested itself in the form of their No's 9 and 11 who never stopped working, kept their heads down and set an example for all to follow. They will survive the drop and then, in the close season, just need to work on their engine and tighten a few loose screws - it can be done. Meanwhile Oswestry are doing fine and after this opening campaign next year they may just well be a force to consider with greater apprehension. Oh and to finally add - this is a great ground to visit, nice set up, good seating and did I mentioned the pitch - wow!
Thursday 16 March 2017
HOLKER IN A HAZE, FROM THE COUNTERPUNCHING HEYS
15th March 2017 - Prestwich Heys FC 5 v 1 Holker Old Boys - It had been several months since I last visited the Adie Moran ground and that was a cracking day, bathed in sun and exposing several good players in a very efficient unit. Tonight it was myself and good lady who were meeting up with fellow punk peddler Stu Taylor of STP and after salutations, a natter with the chairman and his good friend, and of course the obligatory brew, we wandered to the opposite side of the ground, between the dug outs, and chitted and chatted about the spiky scene and the upcoming game. The players warmed up, a tale of the reds versus the greens and the pitch was looking quite pristine. In fact, big up to the keepers of the baize because this looked a good footballing surface for sure and the arthritic fingers were crossed for a game of appealing quality and of course, thrilling intrigue. With our Golden Goal tickets unopened and almost throbbing with anticipated success we watched the teams head off and re-appear for this 1st division clash.
The clement night air was invaded by the opening whistle and the game got underway, it was a swift commencement with the home chaps cultivating some choice moves that had direct interplay posing good threat. The threat did pay dividends when the back of the mesh was duly found via a glorious shot that flew over the balding pate of the number 8 who, alas, was deemed offside and interfering with play. A hard lump to swallow and when the young chaps of the Old Boys went up the other end with a silky move, and unbelievably snatched the opening goal, the home chap's craws must have really been clogged up to buggery. Jamie Pattinson was the scorer, it was a good grab and really forced the hosts to go and earn their crust. Moments later and HOB broke again with their No 8 whipping a shot in that needed a save and the loose ball duly hoofing clear. The visitors looked a well drilled side tonight and their defensive organisation was soon tested when 2 crosses swung in, a shot by Prestwich's tidy No 7 (Daniel White) was not fully connected with and then the No 8 fired in firmly but the angle was too acute and the target missed. White had another shot saved but was fortunate enough to see the ball immediately drop back at his feet and the second chance was comfortably buried and we were back to the state that is best compared to the heads of the offspring of interbreeding yokels - all square.
There was now a change in the flow, a flow Holker tried to defy with much industry and fervent dashing. A snap shot from the guests No 8 kept the home keeper honest and it was becoming more apparent that the next goal was highly crucial. The game settled, both teams were working the deck and we had a very competitive game to admire. Holker strived to force the issue but Hey's suddenly broke and a deflected ball shot up into the air and when gravity did its thing and brought it back to earth up stepped Christopher Baguley to connect, volley and boom the globe home - 2-1. The away side must have been flabbergasted by this turn around but kept disciplined and worked their usual formula. A break was had that disappointingly finished with their No 10 ballooning a shot and seeing a chance go AWOL but hope remained. Heys came again, White again in the thick of the action, winning the ball, missing his chance to pull the trigger but staying calm enough to find a colleague (Paul Tierney) who casually finished and brought up a scoreline that didn't reflect a close and competitive half. Things could have been even more cruel to the Old Boys as Hey's No 10 knocked forth a good dipping free-kick that was gathered up by the netman and No 11 was allowed to shoot but found the night sky rather than the back of the net. The whistle came, how this one was 3 -1 was anyone's guess but there ya go, football never fails to surprise.
A wander for a cup of cha' (cheers Stu), an Iced Lemon Bun (wow, these are ruddy good) and back to the touchline for some jaw-wagging.
The second half began with Holker firing in an early shot that was too casual but gave hope. The hope was soon dashed though as Heys produced a period of good pressure and were winning 90% of the ball and playing some quite eager football. The away lads now needed to call upon their reservoirs of resistance but things weren't looking good. A corner to Heys came, the defenders missed everything, luckily for them so did the strikers. A shot up the other end followed, a snap-shot indeed but the upright was missed and Holker had to re-organise and recharge. They did just that, won a free kick that was swung in well but the finishing knock propelled the ball agonisingly wide and kept the lads in green frustrated. Back at the opposite end of the park and the hard-ploughing No 10 for Prestwich let fly with a shot that was just off target but it kept the interest levels high and this was turning into a fine match for all. Holker would not switch off, a shot from No 4 made the goalie save and soon after the same two combatants were involved again when a cross-cum shot once again required mittman attention. As HOB moved forth my comrade said a goal was definitely on the cards and spot on he was, albeit coming at the opposite end of the pitch. Quick feet, a few easy and accurate passes and Christopher Baguley bagged his second and gave his squad a quite unassailable lead. Despite the deficit Holker Old Boys still played with good heart and put in many eye-catching moves but the finishing luck was lacking tonight. A straight shot was forceful but straight at the keeper and other efforts just died a death before the danger area could be threatened. The No 10 of Heys nearly added another when a long range lob came mightily close and an ensuing razor-sharp onslaught for his team was only thwarted by a smart save from the under pressure keeper. Alas, seconds later, a long ball came and cut Holker in two and it was the turn of Paul Tierney to complete his double and add an extra gloss to the end result. From 1 down to a 5 - 1 advantage and one could understand the disgruntlement of the visitors. Credit to them though, they cracked on with heads down and in truth should have had a consolation when a hopeful free-kick was connected with, nutted towards the top corner only to be stopped at the last by the outstretched arm of the No 1. Good effort, even better save. The final minutes saw Heys have 2 more attempts with the travelling goalkeeper doing his bit but when the ref blew for full time one couldn't help thinking that the long-distance travellers couldn't wait to get back home. Man of the Match tonight goes to Prestwich Heys' No 7 (Daniel White) who, despite being substituted, put in a good stint when on the park, was good in the tackle, on the deck and as a team player and even bagged a goal for his troubles - not a bad nights work.
FINAL THOUGHT - For me this was a close match and both teams gave a good account of themselves. It wasn't a 5-1 thrashing, it was a competitive game that was swung by a bit of fortune, a bit of extra desire and some sharp interplay. I think Hey's deserved the win but Holker displayed many fine aspects to their play and with a bit of fine tuning they will be a quite impressive force. The visit tonight was splendid, £4 entry fee, a pleasant vibe and just a well played match that saw both teams get stuck in and do their bit fairly and with good spirit. Alas the Golden Goal tickets we bought were duffs and I am sure there was a printing error but I shall overlook this gripe and applaud everyone involved for their efforts tonight and be making sure I am back at this ground several times a season. PS - I hope Prestwich Heys make the play-offs - they'll certainly be getting my support if they do!
The clement night air was invaded by the opening whistle and the game got underway, it was a swift commencement with the home chaps cultivating some choice moves that had direct interplay posing good threat. The threat did pay dividends when the back of the mesh was duly found via a glorious shot that flew over the balding pate of the number 8 who, alas, was deemed offside and interfering with play. A hard lump to swallow and when the young chaps of the Old Boys went up the other end with a silky move, and unbelievably snatched the opening goal, the home chap's craws must have really been clogged up to buggery. Jamie Pattinson was the scorer, it was a good grab and really forced the hosts to go and earn their crust. Moments later and HOB broke again with their No 8 whipping a shot in that needed a save and the loose ball duly hoofing clear. The visitors looked a well drilled side tonight and their defensive organisation was soon tested when 2 crosses swung in, a shot by Prestwich's tidy No 7 (Daniel White) was not fully connected with and then the No 8 fired in firmly but the angle was too acute and the target missed. White had another shot saved but was fortunate enough to see the ball immediately drop back at his feet and the second chance was comfortably buried and we were back to the state that is best compared to the heads of the offspring of interbreeding yokels - all square.
There was now a change in the flow, a flow Holker tried to defy with much industry and fervent dashing. A snap shot from the guests No 8 kept the home keeper honest and it was becoming more apparent that the next goal was highly crucial. The game settled, both teams were working the deck and we had a very competitive game to admire. Holker strived to force the issue but Hey's suddenly broke and a deflected ball shot up into the air and when gravity did its thing and brought it back to earth up stepped Christopher Baguley to connect, volley and boom the globe home - 2-1. The away side must have been flabbergasted by this turn around but kept disciplined and worked their usual formula. A break was had that disappointingly finished with their No 10 ballooning a shot and seeing a chance go AWOL but hope remained. Heys came again, White again in the thick of the action, winning the ball, missing his chance to pull the trigger but staying calm enough to find a colleague (Paul Tierney) who casually finished and brought up a scoreline that didn't reflect a close and competitive half. Things could have been even more cruel to the Old Boys as Hey's No 10 knocked forth a good dipping free-kick that was gathered up by the netman and No 11 was allowed to shoot but found the night sky rather than the back of the net. The whistle came, how this one was 3 -1 was anyone's guess but there ya go, football never fails to surprise.
A wander for a cup of cha' (cheers Stu), an Iced Lemon Bun (wow, these are ruddy good) and back to the touchline for some jaw-wagging.
The second half began with Holker firing in an early shot that was too casual but gave hope. The hope was soon dashed though as Heys produced a period of good pressure and were winning 90% of the ball and playing some quite eager football. The away lads now needed to call upon their reservoirs of resistance but things weren't looking good. A corner to Heys came, the defenders missed everything, luckily for them so did the strikers. A shot up the other end followed, a snap-shot indeed but the upright was missed and Holker had to re-organise and recharge. They did just that, won a free kick that was swung in well but the finishing knock propelled the ball agonisingly wide and kept the lads in green frustrated. Back at the opposite end of the park and the hard-ploughing No 10 for Prestwich let fly with a shot that was just off target but it kept the interest levels high and this was turning into a fine match for all. Holker would not switch off, a shot from No 4 made the goalie save and soon after the same two combatants were involved again when a cross-cum shot once again required mittman attention. As HOB moved forth my comrade said a goal was definitely on the cards and spot on he was, albeit coming at the opposite end of the pitch. Quick feet, a few easy and accurate passes and Christopher Baguley bagged his second and gave his squad a quite unassailable lead. Despite the deficit Holker Old Boys still played with good heart and put in many eye-catching moves but the finishing luck was lacking tonight. A straight shot was forceful but straight at the keeper and other efforts just died a death before the danger area could be threatened. The No 10 of Heys nearly added another when a long range lob came mightily close and an ensuing razor-sharp onslaught for his team was only thwarted by a smart save from the under pressure keeper. Alas, seconds later, a long ball came and cut Holker in two and it was the turn of Paul Tierney to complete his double and add an extra gloss to the end result. From 1 down to a 5 - 1 advantage and one could understand the disgruntlement of the visitors. Credit to them though, they cracked on with heads down and in truth should have had a consolation when a hopeful free-kick was connected with, nutted towards the top corner only to be stopped at the last by the outstretched arm of the No 1. Good effort, even better save. The final minutes saw Heys have 2 more attempts with the travelling goalkeeper doing his bit but when the ref blew for full time one couldn't help thinking that the long-distance travellers couldn't wait to get back home. Man of the Match tonight goes to Prestwich Heys' No 7 (Daniel White) who, despite being substituted, put in a good stint when on the park, was good in the tackle, on the deck and as a team player and even bagged a goal for his troubles - not a bad nights work.
FINAL THOUGHT - For me this was a close match and both teams gave a good account of themselves. It wasn't a 5-1 thrashing, it was a competitive game that was swung by a bit of fortune, a bit of extra desire and some sharp interplay. I think Hey's deserved the win but Holker displayed many fine aspects to their play and with a bit of fine tuning they will be a quite impressive force. The visit tonight was splendid, £4 entry fee, a pleasant vibe and just a well played match that saw both teams get stuck in and do their bit fairly and with good spirit. Alas the Golden Goal tickets we bought were duffs and I am sure there was a printing error but I shall overlook this gripe and applaud everyone involved for their efforts tonight and be making sure I am back at this ground several times a season. PS - I hope Prestwich Heys make the play-offs - they'll certainly be getting my support if they do!
Wednesday 15 March 2017
PRESSURE DROP PRODUCES A MIXED BAG
14th March 2017 - Abbey Hey 1 v 1 AFC Darwen - A brace of midweek matches were planned due to the forthcoming Saturday being football free because of a gig I had put on featuring a fine range of noise making bastards. A fruitcake must have many flavours and with work, wildlife, cycling, CD reviews, reading, the time taken constructing a book, sorting discordant matters and lesser time-snatchers such as art and theatre visits my seconds on the clock are well used and, stretched. Enthusiasm is a wicked devil tha' knows! So to tonight's soccerised escapade, 2 teams at that stage of the season with little to play for which can sometimes lead to a pressure free encounter that really produces the goods. I suppose AFC Darwen had a greater desire for the points seeing they were just above the drop-zone but with a 9 point advantage and a game in hand we were hardly talking desperation stakes. So, I came, expected and got rewarded with a game as thus.
Period one and an initial equilibrium of to and fro football was broken by chaos in the Darwen box as the home side marauded and an outstretched toe poked the ball goalward only for the globe in question to rotate agonisingly wide. The first real chance that allowed Abbey Hey to gain an upper hand but the plucky Darwen dudes soon bounced back with their wriggling and elusive No 7 making an early impression. What came next though was a period of play that was scrappy with some lackadaisical defence work from The Hey and some toothless attacking by Darwen. The visitors did look to have more promise and seemed the likely team to break a tight deadlock but it was an untidy half of football to say the least. The Hey should have pinched the lead when their No 2 played his colleague in who was duly denied at the last but moments later the miss was made up for when Jack Tinning cracked forth a scorcher and beat the keeper with untold ease. 1 - 0 against the play but what a fine strike to break the stalemate. Despite this setback Darwen were making inroads back into the meat of the Hey's set-up whilst the home team seemed intent on sitting back and looking for that killer pass. Once again the No 7 of Darwen epitomised his teams work rate and desire and he made several good surges, one of which ended in a decent dig that forced the keeper into making a sturdy save.
As the night squawking gulls in the distance fussed in the dark the game eventually flat-lined with very little excitement arising. The game was far from a classic, the ref blew for half time and I did ponder whether or not there was greater thrill to be found in the Pope's jockstrap than at The Abbey Stadium tonight - ooh those sexy men of the cloth! I took time to rest my arse, had a Spearmint Chew and some Vimto and read a bit of 'Second Thoughts Of An Idle Fellow' by Jerome K. Jerome - observational scribblings to cultivate further ponderings. And back to the match.
I was looking for an ascension in quality and entertainment and an early Abbey Hey cross flew with arcing pace and hit the crossbar with all warning bells ringing. Darwen struck back and started to apply hefty pressure with one shot nearly making the top corner of the net but the goalie was alert and agile and stuck out a mitt to tip the sphere away. Impetus was with the visitors but Hey stood firm at the rear and continued to look to break with one such chance allowing their No 9 to attempt a lob on the keeper that unluckily missed the gaping net. Darwen though were now sharpening the point on their attacking knife and looking to plunge the blade into the heart of the resistant pack. Some good balls were flying in, but it was the coup de grace that was absent. A free kick from the roaming No 11 was flashed in and Hey's guardian of the mesh met the ball with sound resistance. Good on Darwen though for the efforts and good on Abbey Hey for their stubbornness. Hey still had chances and it was only down to last gasp toes and tackles that they failed to double their precarious lead. Another goal seemed imminent and it soon came after the guests at the ground found that killer pass, which saw the liner raise his flag for one player and lower it for the next which allowed Conor Gaul to step in and slide the ball home with controlled ease. The liners indecision was met with verbal onslaughts but it was a split second decision and proved that the officials are not robotic perfections who never make a faux pas. These things happen and despite anyone's thoughts it was a goal Darwen thoroughly deserved and it was now up to Abbey Hey to fight back. To their credit they did just that and we had a potentially intriguing finish to savour. Thermals were set to rise although they did so off the pitch as local arsonists had indulged in a burn-up and the ground was now falling victim to a toxic cloud. Cough, splutter, spit! As time progressed Hey were becoming frustrated, Darwen were found wanting up front and in truth the hosts could have nicked this at the death when a couple of crosses just fell short of that final touch to steal the honors. Up the other end and had No 9 chosen to pull the trigger early rather than dwell, dawdle and shoot late he may have found greater success rather than seeing his effort firmly blocked. As the pitch bordered on becoming a smoke-mare Darwen had one last punt from which a shot blazed just wide. It was the last blast before the closing shrill of the whistle - honours even and a better half than the first for sure. Man of the Match was a tough call but one 'erbert stood out due to his good movement, rapid weavings and neat close control. (Alex Ralph) of Darwen gets the nod tonight and it was a good performance in a game that was lacking any real grace.
FINAL THOUGHT - A midweek trip out to keep the footballing feathers fluffed up. Two teams in no man's land at the mo and as the season draws to a close that is where they will both end up. It is a tough league this though, some teams are on consistent fire but what I saw tonight reinforces my belief that these two squads have much to build on and, when fluent, can pose a threat to anyone. It is that final third though that separates the winners from the losers and every team needs a decisive cutting edge to their list of attributes. Defensively both squads work hard and seem to get the job done and in midfield a bit more composure is all that is needed and I reckon the future could be as rosy as Archbishop of Canterbury's cheeks when he was caught in a compromising position with Cleo Laine (so rumour has it) - ooh tha' never knows!
Period one and an initial equilibrium of to and fro football was broken by chaos in the Darwen box as the home side marauded and an outstretched toe poked the ball goalward only for the globe in question to rotate agonisingly wide. The first real chance that allowed Abbey Hey to gain an upper hand but the plucky Darwen dudes soon bounced back with their wriggling and elusive No 7 making an early impression. What came next though was a period of play that was scrappy with some lackadaisical defence work from The Hey and some toothless attacking by Darwen. The visitors did look to have more promise and seemed the likely team to break a tight deadlock but it was an untidy half of football to say the least. The Hey should have pinched the lead when their No 2 played his colleague in who was duly denied at the last but moments later the miss was made up for when Jack Tinning cracked forth a scorcher and beat the keeper with untold ease. 1 - 0 against the play but what a fine strike to break the stalemate. Despite this setback Darwen were making inroads back into the meat of the Hey's set-up whilst the home team seemed intent on sitting back and looking for that killer pass. Once again the No 7 of Darwen epitomised his teams work rate and desire and he made several good surges, one of which ended in a decent dig that forced the keeper into making a sturdy save.
As the night squawking gulls in the distance fussed in the dark the game eventually flat-lined with very little excitement arising. The game was far from a classic, the ref blew for half time and I did ponder whether or not there was greater thrill to be found in the Pope's jockstrap than at The Abbey Stadium tonight - ooh those sexy men of the cloth! I took time to rest my arse, had a Spearmint Chew and some Vimto and read a bit of 'Second Thoughts Of An Idle Fellow' by Jerome K. Jerome - observational scribblings to cultivate further ponderings. And back to the match.
I was looking for an ascension in quality and entertainment and an early Abbey Hey cross flew with arcing pace and hit the crossbar with all warning bells ringing. Darwen struck back and started to apply hefty pressure with one shot nearly making the top corner of the net but the goalie was alert and agile and stuck out a mitt to tip the sphere away. Impetus was with the visitors but Hey stood firm at the rear and continued to look to break with one such chance allowing their No 9 to attempt a lob on the keeper that unluckily missed the gaping net. Darwen though were now sharpening the point on their attacking knife and looking to plunge the blade into the heart of the resistant pack. Some good balls were flying in, but it was the coup de grace that was absent. A free kick from the roaming No 11 was flashed in and Hey's guardian of the mesh met the ball with sound resistance. Good on Darwen though for the efforts and good on Abbey Hey for their stubbornness. Hey still had chances and it was only down to last gasp toes and tackles that they failed to double their precarious lead. Another goal seemed imminent and it soon came after the guests at the ground found that killer pass, which saw the liner raise his flag for one player and lower it for the next which allowed Conor Gaul to step in and slide the ball home with controlled ease. The liners indecision was met with verbal onslaughts but it was a split second decision and proved that the officials are not robotic perfections who never make a faux pas. These things happen and despite anyone's thoughts it was a goal Darwen thoroughly deserved and it was now up to Abbey Hey to fight back. To their credit they did just that and we had a potentially intriguing finish to savour. Thermals were set to rise although they did so off the pitch as local arsonists had indulged in a burn-up and the ground was now falling victim to a toxic cloud. Cough, splutter, spit! As time progressed Hey were becoming frustrated, Darwen were found wanting up front and in truth the hosts could have nicked this at the death when a couple of crosses just fell short of that final touch to steal the honors. Up the other end and had No 9 chosen to pull the trigger early rather than dwell, dawdle and shoot late he may have found greater success rather than seeing his effort firmly blocked. As the pitch bordered on becoming a smoke-mare Darwen had one last punt from which a shot blazed just wide. It was the last blast before the closing shrill of the whistle - honours even and a better half than the first for sure. Man of the Match was a tough call but one 'erbert stood out due to his good movement, rapid weavings and neat close control. (Alex Ralph) of Darwen gets the nod tonight and it was a good performance in a game that was lacking any real grace.
FINAL THOUGHT - A midweek trip out to keep the footballing feathers fluffed up. Two teams in no man's land at the mo and as the season draws to a close that is where they will both end up. It is a tough league this though, some teams are on consistent fire but what I saw tonight reinforces my belief that these two squads have much to build on and, when fluent, can pose a threat to anyone. It is that final third though that separates the winners from the losers and every team needs a decisive cutting edge to their list of attributes. Defensively both squads work hard and seem to get the job done and in midfield a bit more composure is all that is needed and I reckon the future could be as rosy as Archbishop of Canterbury's cheeks when he was caught in a compromising position with Cleo Laine (so rumour has it) - ooh tha' never knows!
Saturday 11 March 2017
BATTLE OF THE BLUES
11th March 2017 - FC Oswestry Town 2 v 1 Carlisle City - And I quote 'Time, time, time, regard it as a crime, the one we should commit, and never regret it' - 3 Black Dwarfs - a punk band I used to promote. Yes, indeed, old Father Time is a crooked old git and due to my crammed and passionate lifestyle I am always juggling this ever ticking element we all fall victim to. The match today was planned, the kick-off time not noted and being 1 hour earlier than deemed we were up against the tick-tocking wall. My wife did her tasks, I did mine, options were considered and we hit the road and took our chance. The match chosen was do-able after a busy morn, and we headed down hoping for an abundance of goals and a highly competitive kick-about. Prior to the game it was chocolate brownie and tea for my good lady and lemon drizzle cake and tea for me - oh yes, yum ruddy yum. As a bonus the year's first Harlequin Ladybird joined us on our lofted seats but I moved him to a safer position to avoid a potential 'squashing' incident.
And so the hallowed hour came and on the emerald 3G baize at The Venue the two competing crews got to the task at hand with Carlisle pushing high up the park and winning the first corner that was swung in with curving pace and surprisingly struck the crossbar. The rebound was dealt with and Oswestry worked up the other end and had a brace of testing shots blocked but which made sure, that after only a few minutes on the clock, the game was truly alive. A booking and a penalty shout added further sizzle to proceedings but no side were actually grabbing the game by the goolies. The footballing surface promised much and Oswestry seemed determined to play on the deck and build slowly and steadily from the back and hopefully work an opening. Their No 2 was a constant release valve and their No 14 was eager and industrious but when the final quarter was entered shy shooting boots manifested themselves and lackadaisical reactions allowed chances to go begging. Threats did come at both ends and when Carlisle's No 10 put in some nifty touchline work and pumped in a cross the final touch was too weak and easily blocked. A Greater Spotted Woodpecker called at this point and distracted my attention as did a fellow scribe and club official who enthused about his footballing duties.
Back to the game and Carlisle now came again, with their No 11 jinking through and producing a quality assist to the No 10 who tapped forth with no conviction and allowed the goalie to pick up the ball and re-assess his teams position. The home chaps should have paid heed to this polite warning but didn't and moments later Carlisle once more had a break which resulted in a swift cross that was connected with by the inside peg of the generously constructed Simon Tucker who was in the right place at the right time and put a real fly in the O's ointment. The town dug in, a low cross nearly brought an own goal when a low defensive header just crept wide of the upright and spared the committed player any blushes. 2 corners followed, shots aplenty ensued but they were easily blocked and the breakaway that came was controversially ruled offside and kept Oswestry still in this one - oh ye lucky buggers. The wind down to half time was a messy affair with a sparsity of fluidity and with no team taking any real risks. As the green caterpillar tunnel metamorphed ready to devour the 22 perspiring players the ref's whistle was imminent but just prior to the final peeps Oswestry hit the post from a free-kick. When the ball bounced out and was knocked forth to the open net it was cleared at the last from off the line and let Carlisle go into the break 1 goal to the good. Phew!
Tea and crisps for half-time and we were soon back at it, hopefully for a better half with impetus and quality rising.
Initially the 2nd period was all Oswestry, with good scampering earning several crosses and a corner that just lacked that finishing gloss. The team were putting themselves about with more focus, direct application and dogmatic desire. The persistent pressure was defied by the Sky Blues and the away team made sure that their opponents worked hard and didn't get too lax at the rear (a bit like a sloth with the shits don't ya know). No matter how hard the O's pushed it just wasn't happening so a triple substitution indicated drastic measures and was a blatant attempt to shake up the scenario. Incredibly, it was Carlisle who came closest again when their goalscorer Tucker showed some tidy feet in the box and released a low shot that was just blocked at the last by an alert mitt-man. The game would surely have been buried as a contest if this would have snuck in but it was not to be and when Oswestry responded with a rapid break that saw the flank raced along, a cross ball slapped in and No 9 (Daniel Tinsley) slap firmly home the game was well and truly back on. Well deserved the goal was too, as the pressure was building and the effort was noticeable.
The dark blue boys now came again with No 14 producing a lovely lob-pass that was just defended and avoided what could have been another major breakthrough. A free-kick followed, the header wayward but it was primarily one way traffic at this point and the next goal looked only moments away. Carlisle were reliant on the odd escape from their own half but threat was limited and the team seemed to be placing more and more emphasis on defensive duties due to their opponents constant surging. With 18 minutes on the clock Oswestry won a free-kick on the edge of the box and when the ball was placed time stood still. The wall organised itself but from our vantage point there seemed to be a flaw in the set up and when Jack Harris stepped up and curved the ball over and around and into the net applause rang out for his vision and perfect placement. More Oswestry pushing followed, a silky move involved No 16 who was a chief playmaker and forced an opportunity that should have been the 3rd strike of the session but the shot was high and we stayed as we were. The same player broke away again, he struck a pearling shot that made the keeper produce an impressive save unlike the No 2 who let fly an equally booming punt moments later but who was just shy of the target and allowed the keeper the luxury of some ball watching. The home birds were certainly a different side now and had a perpetual motion that held obvious promise. The work rate was high, the eagerness commendable and when their No 14 won a ball from nothing and crossed he was mighty unfortunate not to see one of his in-rushing colleagues connect and kill the game stone dead. The minutes now ticked down, at last Carlisle got a footing in the game but their threat was minimal and the game eventually slipped away completely and they were once again left...pointless. Man of the Match today must go to the home team's No 14 (Harrison Millington) who, throughout the game, always seemed to have that little bit of extra time on the ball and persistently displayed a good awareness of his colleagues whereabouts on the pitch. He put in a good stint too and produced many accurate passes in some tight situations.
FINAL THOUGHT - A lovely ground this and up on the balcony a good view of the match was granted. Again a friendly atmosphere and a decent match with two teams looking to see out the season and hopefully progress further next year. For me, Carlisle have a decent defense but just need a bit of pace up front whereas Oswestry are tidy throughout but just need a little more drive when in the final third and to believe in their ability to rattle the net more often than they do. It was a game of two halves today though and on another day the result could be completely different. Only 35 turned up to witness this one but a big up to each and every one of them and I have no doubt crowd's will improve with time as will the whole Oswestry and Carlisle footballing machines - this Fungalised Punker certainly hopes so!.
And so the hallowed hour came and on the emerald 3G baize at The Venue the two competing crews got to the task at hand with Carlisle pushing high up the park and winning the first corner that was swung in with curving pace and surprisingly struck the crossbar. The rebound was dealt with and Oswestry worked up the other end and had a brace of testing shots blocked but which made sure, that after only a few minutes on the clock, the game was truly alive. A booking and a penalty shout added further sizzle to proceedings but no side were actually grabbing the game by the goolies. The footballing surface promised much and Oswestry seemed determined to play on the deck and build slowly and steadily from the back and hopefully work an opening. Their No 2 was a constant release valve and their No 14 was eager and industrious but when the final quarter was entered shy shooting boots manifested themselves and lackadaisical reactions allowed chances to go begging. Threats did come at both ends and when Carlisle's No 10 put in some nifty touchline work and pumped in a cross the final touch was too weak and easily blocked. A Greater Spotted Woodpecker called at this point and distracted my attention as did a fellow scribe and club official who enthused about his footballing duties.
Back to the game and Carlisle now came again, with their No 11 jinking through and producing a quality assist to the No 10 who tapped forth with no conviction and allowed the goalie to pick up the ball and re-assess his teams position. The home chaps should have paid heed to this polite warning but didn't and moments later Carlisle once more had a break which resulted in a swift cross that was connected with by the inside peg of the generously constructed Simon Tucker who was in the right place at the right time and put a real fly in the O's ointment. The town dug in, a low cross nearly brought an own goal when a low defensive header just crept wide of the upright and spared the committed player any blushes. 2 corners followed, shots aplenty ensued but they were easily blocked and the breakaway that came was controversially ruled offside and kept Oswestry still in this one - oh ye lucky buggers. The wind down to half time was a messy affair with a sparsity of fluidity and with no team taking any real risks. As the green caterpillar tunnel metamorphed ready to devour the 22 perspiring players the ref's whistle was imminent but just prior to the final peeps Oswestry hit the post from a free-kick. When the ball bounced out and was knocked forth to the open net it was cleared at the last from off the line and let Carlisle go into the break 1 goal to the good. Phew!
Tea and crisps for half-time and we were soon back at it, hopefully for a better half with impetus and quality rising.
Initially the 2nd period was all Oswestry, with good scampering earning several crosses and a corner that just lacked that finishing gloss. The team were putting themselves about with more focus, direct application and dogmatic desire. The persistent pressure was defied by the Sky Blues and the away team made sure that their opponents worked hard and didn't get too lax at the rear (a bit like a sloth with the shits don't ya know). No matter how hard the O's pushed it just wasn't happening so a triple substitution indicated drastic measures and was a blatant attempt to shake up the scenario. Incredibly, it was Carlisle who came closest again when their goalscorer Tucker showed some tidy feet in the box and released a low shot that was just blocked at the last by an alert mitt-man. The game would surely have been buried as a contest if this would have snuck in but it was not to be and when Oswestry responded with a rapid break that saw the flank raced along, a cross ball slapped in and No 9 (Daniel Tinsley) slap firmly home the game was well and truly back on. Well deserved the goal was too, as the pressure was building and the effort was noticeable.
The dark blue boys now came again with No 14 producing a lovely lob-pass that was just defended and avoided what could have been another major breakthrough. A free-kick followed, the header wayward but it was primarily one way traffic at this point and the next goal looked only moments away. Carlisle were reliant on the odd escape from their own half but threat was limited and the team seemed to be placing more and more emphasis on defensive duties due to their opponents constant surging. With 18 minutes on the clock Oswestry won a free-kick on the edge of the box and when the ball was placed time stood still. The wall organised itself but from our vantage point there seemed to be a flaw in the set up and when Jack Harris stepped up and curved the ball over and around and into the net applause rang out for his vision and perfect placement. More Oswestry pushing followed, a silky move involved No 16 who was a chief playmaker and forced an opportunity that should have been the 3rd strike of the session but the shot was high and we stayed as we were. The same player broke away again, he struck a pearling shot that made the keeper produce an impressive save unlike the No 2 who let fly an equally booming punt moments later but who was just shy of the target and allowed the keeper the luxury of some ball watching. The home birds were certainly a different side now and had a perpetual motion that held obvious promise. The work rate was high, the eagerness commendable and when their No 14 won a ball from nothing and crossed he was mighty unfortunate not to see one of his in-rushing colleagues connect and kill the game stone dead. The minutes now ticked down, at last Carlisle got a footing in the game but their threat was minimal and the game eventually slipped away completely and they were once again left...pointless. Man of the Match today must go to the home team's No 14 (Harrison Millington) who, throughout the game, always seemed to have that little bit of extra time on the ball and persistently displayed a good awareness of his colleagues whereabouts on the pitch. He put in a good stint too and produced many accurate passes in some tight situations.
FINAL THOUGHT - A lovely ground this and up on the balcony a good view of the match was granted. Again a friendly atmosphere and a decent match with two teams looking to see out the season and hopefully progress further next year. For me, Carlisle have a decent defense but just need a bit of pace up front whereas Oswestry are tidy throughout but just need a little more drive when in the final third and to believe in their ability to rattle the net more often than they do. It was a game of two halves today though and on another day the result could be completely different. Only 35 turned up to witness this one but a big up to each and every one of them and I have no doubt crowd's will improve with time as will the whole Oswestry and Carlisle footballing machines - this Fungalised Punker certainly hopes so!.
Wednesday 8 March 2017
GREAT EXPECTATIONS GET GIFTED A GRINDER
7th March 2017 - City of Liverpool 0 v 0 Sandbach Utd - I enjoy all the matches I go to, each and every one has its own character and yet some, prior to the match, have the zested juices of anticipation flowing, the ageing but always willing butt cheeks clenching in excitement and the arthritic jaw grinding in expectation. Tonight was just such an occasion with two solid teams due to go at it like sexed up Stoats on Viagra and only one destined to come out sporting an erection of success (well unless it is a draw of course but that just ruins my ramblings). Home early from a grinding day at work, fish fingers and a cup of cha for tea, Quorn Burgers for my veggie lady and out down several motorways to the Delta Taxi Stadium. The crowd was destined to be a big un' tonight so we tried to avoid the manic traffic of the hamster-wheel commuters and did so with average success. With notepad at the ready and a cup of tea swilled we took up our positions and as per (because it is always good to give something back) I scribbled down a match report and, it ended up as thus.
Both sides took up their positions, all punters and players were prepared, the necessary shrill of the whistle came and the first foot made contact with tonight's chosen sphere and we were underway. The atmosphere rose and surely we were in for a ruddy humdinging beauty. Initial play saw Sandbach press up and make the best of a scrappy melee. Early tackles flew in with plenty of sauce with the home side eventually settling to the task at hand. Space and time on the ball was a rare commodity as both teams hustled and harried with fervent vigor. A couple of early shots from The Purps were snuffed out at the death but kindled up hope in the hearts and gave a foundation on which to build. And build they did with the first chance proper coming their way with a butter smooth onslaught leading to a choice cross that was mis-kicked which in turn led to a bobbling ball bouncing round the box which was then connected with and, oh cripes, mis-kicked also. The shooting boots were still back in the changing rooms it seemed. Sandbach reacted to this minor scare with an equally cutting attack that sliced apart the scouse midfield but which was thwarted at the last by a hearty tackle that saved the day but also led to the blocker limping off moment later - bad luck indeed.
Onwards and the next action was brought about by the City of Liverpool who worked the flank, flashed in a cross which caused a rear guard bod to make a faux pas but luckily knock the ball over his own net. Nothing came from the forthcoming cross but once more Sandbach reacted, went up the opposite end, earned a free-kick which was nicely floated forth and from which a bonse connected and made a real stinker of the goal scoring task. So still no breakthrough, just a hectic affair that showed little light at the end of either tunnel. Both defences were as tight as Larry Grayson's Love Diary and a 0-0 half-time scoreline appeared to be a sound wager. Saying that COL broke again like greyhounds from a blazing trap and their No 10 was mightily unlucky when he attempted to lob the keeper but saw the ball hit the roof of the net. Sandbach were still in this though, they were playing some liquid football and giving as good as they got especially on the tasty tackle front. The crowd were in good form, high value verbals rung out and as the half came to a close Sandbach had one last effort that was nutted against the bar by Kris Stockton and one of the Liverpool lads forced a good save from the opposing keeper and then his team mates had a claim for handball which I soberly deemed as opportunism gone mad - cheeky buggers.
Half time, all square but plenty to mull over. Just a choccie bar for me and the lady (oops and some Flap Jacks) and hoping the 2nd half would bring a break in the deadlock.
The second period began in fractured fashion with players dropping, rough tackles halting the flow and a few subs also hindering any fluidity, Eventually Sandbach began to push but it was COL who had the first effort when their mercurial No 11 started and finished a move with a shot that had pace but no direction. Moments later he was at it again but when the ball landed at his feet, balance when begging and so did a golden opportunity. The tide looked to be turning the way of the home birds who now pecked the visitors back line with nagging persistence. Nothing too perilous came but a couple of crosses caused minor skirmishes with the goalie just doing enough to quell the danger and one shot hit well but curving wide of the sticks. Sandbach would not sit back and take any sort of beating though and they broke again with pace, looked set to pass water (very polite don't ya think) on COL's recently steaming chips but the netman was off his line with great awareness and saved his team's backsides with a solid block. A few thrills and spills came in the home side's box, but last ditch tackles and keen alertness kept this game void of goals. Things were perfectly set, chances few and far between and when Sandbach produced a free-kick and notched up a verdict of 'utter shite' it all seemed set in stone that we would be witnessing a zero-zero draw. A header from that towering No 5 of Sandbach was a much better effort and roused one supporter to holler the passionate words of 'Let's bury these bastards' which really upped the touch-line thermals.
The last blast was upon us, the visitors were putting some good play together, they were working well off the ball but this was a game still very much in the air. A cracking game, fine banter with the song regarding Sandbach being just a shite service station a good rib-tickling moment. The game was on a knife edge, tension was tangible and when Sandbach won a final free-punt and the ball was drilled low toward the net it was only a top drawer save that stopped the eager guests from snatching all 3 points. A few late decisions were questioned by hepped up punters, the ending was frenzied and then, out of the unexpected blue...we were done. A good hard fought game with honours shared and so, I feel it only decent that I will have Men of the Match today rather than just one Man. For Sandbach I am choosing the towering authority of their No 5 (Kris Stockton) who dealt with everything that came his way, produced some dominant aerial play and, if luck would have been kinder, could have even pinched a goal. For the City of Liverpool I am selecting the smooth and steady No 3 (Joseph Camozzi) who remained calm and controlled in an ocean of turmoil and fast, relentless action. Good work chaps, Fungalised applause all round.
FINAL THOUGHT - Well, a midweek tussle and one that saw a bloody fine effort from both teams who worked their arses off and gave good value in a goal free game that wasn't without incident. City of Liverpool have a marvelous atmosphere going on at their ground and surely contribute to a fortress like situation that must be a bugger to deal with for any visiting team. For me, I feel as though I witnessed two solid teams who are destined to be in the mix at the final breath but they must both remember, this is one competitive league and in the top bunch there are some highly effective squads that will be giving it their all up until the last day. We are lucky people indeed, to have this fine approachable and honest football for our pleasure and long may we put the support in it thoroughly deserves.
Both sides took up their positions, all punters and players were prepared, the necessary shrill of the whistle came and the first foot made contact with tonight's chosen sphere and we were underway. The atmosphere rose and surely we were in for a ruddy humdinging beauty. Initial play saw Sandbach press up and make the best of a scrappy melee. Early tackles flew in with plenty of sauce with the home side eventually settling to the task at hand. Space and time on the ball was a rare commodity as both teams hustled and harried with fervent vigor. A couple of early shots from The Purps were snuffed out at the death but kindled up hope in the hearts and gave a foundation on which to build. And build they did with the first chance proper coming their way with a butter smooth onslaught leading to a choice cross that was mis-kicked which in turn led to a bobbling ball bouncing round the box which was then connected with and, oh cripes, mis-kicked also. The shooting boots were still back in the changing rooms it seemed. Sandbach reacted to this minor scare with an equally cutting attack that sliced apart the scouse midfield but which was thwarted at the last by a hearty tackle that saved the day but also led to the blocker limping off moment later - bad luck indeed.
Onwards and the next action was brought about by the City of Liverpool who worked the flank, flashed in a cross which caused a rear guard bod to make a faux pas but luckily knock the ball over his own net. Nothing came from the forthcoming cross but once more Sandbach reacted, went up the opposite end, earned a free-kick which was nicely floated forth and from which a bonse connected and made a real stinker of the goal scoring task. So still no breakthrough, just a hectic affair that showed little light at the end of either tunnel. Both defences were as tight as Larry Grayson's Love Diary and a 0-0 half-time scoreline appeared to be a sound wager. Saying that COL broke again like greyhounds from a blazing trap and their No 10 was mightily unlucky when he attempted to lob the keeper but saw the ball hit the roof of the net. Sandbach were still in this though, they were playing some liquid football and giving as good as they got especially on the tasty tackle front. The crowd were in good form, high value verbals rung out and as the half came to a close Sandbach had one last effort that was nutted against the bar by Kris Stockton and one of the Liverpool lads forced a good save from the opposing keeper and then his team mates had a claim for handball which I soberly deemed as opportunism gone mad - cheeky buggers.
Half time, all square but plenty to mull over. Just a choccie bar for me and the lady (oops and some Flap Jacks) and hoping the 2nd half would bring a break in the deadlock.
The second period began in fractured fashion with players dropping, rough tackles halting the flow and a few subs also hindering any fluidity, Eventually Sandbach began to push but it was COL who had the first effort when their mercurial No 11 started and finished a move with a shot that had pace but no direction. Moments later he was at it again but when the ball landed at his feet, balance when begging and so did a golden opportunity. The tide looked to be turning the way of the home birds who now pecked the visitors back line with nagging persistence. Nothing too perilous came but a couple of crosses caused minor skirmishes with the goalie just doing enough to quell the danger and one shot hit well but curving wide of the sticks. Sandbach would not sit back and take any sort of beating though and they broke again with pace, looked set to pass water (very polite don't ya think) on COL's recently steaming chips but the netman was off his line with great awareness and saved his team's backsides with a solid block. A few thrills and spills came in the home side's box, but last ditch tackles and keen alertness kept this game void of goals. Things were perfectly set, chances few and far between and when Sandbach produced a free-kick and notched up a verdict of 'utter shite' it all seemed set in stone that we would be witnessing a zero-zero draw. A header from that towering No 5 of Sandbach was a much better effort and roused one supporter to holler the passionate words of 'Let's bury these bastards' which really upped the touch-line thermals.
The last blast was upon us, the visitors were putting some good play together, they were working well off the ball but this was a game still very much in the air. A cracking game, fine banter with the song regarding Sandbach being just a shite service station a good rib-tickling moment. The game was on a knife edge, tension was tangible and when Sandbach won a final free-punt and the ball was drilled low toward the net it was only a top drawer save that stopped the eager guests from snatching all 3 points. A few late decisions were questioned by hepped up punters, the ending was frenzied and then, out of the unexpected blue...we were done. A good hard fought game with honours shared and so, I feel it only decent that I will have Men of the Match today rather than just one Man. For Sandbach I am choosing the towering authority of their No 5 (Kris Stockton) who dealt with everything that came his way, produced some dominant aerial play and, if luck would have been kinder, could have even pinched a goal. For the City of Liverpool I am selecting the smooth and steady No 3 (Joseph Camozzi) who remained calm and controlled in an ocean of turmoil and fast, relentless action. Good work chaps, Fungalised applause all round.
FINAL THOUGHT - Well, a midweek tussle and one that saw a bloody fine effort from both teams who worked their arses off and gave good value in a goal free game that wasn't without incident. City of Liverpool have a marvelous atmosphere going on at their ground and surely contribute to a fortress like situation that must be a bugger to deal with for any visiting team. For me, I feel as though I witnessed two solid teams who are destined to be in the mix at the final breath but they must both remember, this is one competitive league and in the top bunch there are some highly effective squads that will be giving it their all up until the last day. We are lucky people indeed, to have this fine approachable and honest football for our pleasure and long may we put the support in it thoroughly deserves.
Sunday 5 March 2017
THE WAITING GAME BEARS FRUIT FROM THE CONGO
4th March 2017 - Congleton Town 0 v 3 Nelson FC - There is no greater scourge to the non-league fixture list than the Great British climate, an utter capricious bastard it is with no favours granted, no thought given to the players and punters who just want to get on an enjoy this glorious game. The past week saw 2 evening kick-offs I had planned, both called off and today I made a list of 5 potential matches and prepared to see what the ultimate outcome would be (if any). 1 match had been called off at 10am, I awaited the next verdict. Surprise, surprise - 'Game On' flashed up on Twitter, the day was sorted and after a CD review, a spot of cleaning and some map pondering I got my arse in gear and headed to the train station. My lasses were in London today so it was a case of self-propulsion if this old punk git wanted to see some action today - sounds almost sexual doesn't it (cripes). Arriving in good time, after a good walk in the sun that produced 3 Drone-Flies (Eristalis tenax) and 1 Buff Tailed Bumblebee (Bombus terrestris), a read in the sun on Stockport train station and some wholesome jackbit (chips) and a slurp (tea) at the ground, the match kicked off and transpired to be an affair that went like this.
Both teams got stuck in straight away on a fragile foundation with Nelson trying to play through the park and Congleton looking for a long, carving pass. Early on a cracking mud-flying encounter manifested itself with both sides having early efforts both fly wayward. Congleton did find the net at one point but it was to no avail as the liners flag rose and offside was ruled. This minor blip didn't deter the visitors who heaved back but it was Congleton who came closest next after their No 7 (Callum Gardner) wormed through a tight pack, played the ball wide to his colleague on the flank who then duly crossed to find the crust of an incoming player who alas saw his attempt ping past the upright. Good work indeed but straight up the other end we went when Nelson worked a move that led to the ball being flashed across their opponents goal mouth only to just evade any incoming toe that would surely have grabbed the first goal of the game. The home side took heed of this warning, pressurised and created two solid crosses that failed to find a rising head. As Nelson looked to cultivate a breakaway Congleton came again, when their No 10 (Scot McGowan) got free, put a cross in the box whereupon several of his team-mates had the chance to shoot but chose to pass instead. When a shot did come it was easily blocked and the opportunity went begging.
Nelson were on the back foot but still very much alive although another chance came the home sides way after some tireless work by the eye-catching No 6 (Richard Bailey) saw him win the ball in a corner, weave inward and eventually thwack a shot with force that once again strayed wide of the elusive net. Nelson now dug deep, a rapid attack was borne, time was found by a flank man who crossed and found the feet of Benjamin Hosking who chose his spot and fired in with casual accuracy - 1-0 and the game was now alive. Congleton responded and when a long ball was found by McGowan, his control and shot were thwarted by an alert keeper who sprawled low and produce the necessary block. It kept his team in front and allowed them to go into the break with spirits high.
The cold was creeping in, a piddle was partaken of and I refilled the bladder immediately with a grand cup of cha. Where would we Brits be without this bagged ambrosia?
The second half saw The Bears growl early and create a break that came to nowt but which allowed Nelson's crafty No 9 (Jason Hart) to create turmoil and nearly get the gift he strived for. Glory remained elusive but never fear, moments later The Admirals were at it again and in the blinking of an eye (literally) a goal was slapped home and it was Benjamin Hosking again who snatched the congratulations. The Congo Crew were now up against things, spiced tackles were flying in but all were fair and above board and complaints from players were noticeably few and far between (applause for that attitude, very refreshing). Suddenly Congleton broke, the hefty No 9 (Declan Fletcher) collared a cross, had time to release his shot but again the keeper flew low and produced the defensive goods. Excitement rose, Nelson found themselves in a 4 on 1 situation, a pass best described as 'shite' soon terminated any rising hopes = by heck indeed. Back down the other end, McGowan shot, the crossbar was thudded and seconds later the same player was at it again, this time he won a foul that was in the box, a penalty was awarded and The Bears had high promise to get back in this one. The chosen chap stepped up and an awful attempt at a conversion was the outcome - the charity of Congleton seemed to know no bounds. In fact Mother Theresa was less generous in her day and surely would have buried one of the chances on offer today.
Nelson still prodded and poked and when once more they broke away a smart move saw a cross, a dummy and No 10 shoot but the resident No 1 saved well and kept light at the end of a manky tunnel for his comrades. Now play went back and forth with impetus, both teams fought hard with the greatest enemy being the ragged pitch that was becoming more and more worn with every passage of play. Nelson picked up on a wayward pass next, their threatening No 9 shot, another save came, Congleton were clinging on. The tide ebbed and flowed, the visitors though were good value for the 2 goal cushion and the 3rd nearly came when that pesky No 9 flashed a shot homeward only to see it rise a trifle too much. The match began to simmer nicely, the final whistle beckoned, one team were desperate, the other determined and when Congleton won a corner and the ball played in bounced around the box it suddenly was jabbed goalward and only an on-the-line clearance helped keep things as they were. It just wasn't Congleton's day! As the home team continued to press, and with 3 minutes left on the clock, Nelson counterpunched and a long ball was latched onto by, yes you guessed it, the No 9 who passed across the box and allowed Mark Sharpston to bury the ball and the match as a contest. A late shot came for the beleaguered home lads but it was straight at the keeper which, kind of summed up the teams day. The ref blew, hands were shook, the game was done.
Personally, I thought this was a ruddy good match, a mucky affair that saw many players bust a gut and fight the substrate in an attempt to play football. Nelson won this by being sharper, hungrier and just a little more settled on the ball in certain parts of the park. Many of their players put in a good stint but the Man of the Match for me was their No 8 (Sebastian Julian) who tirelessly covered much ground, fought with blood and sweat for every ball and conducted himself quietly, strongly and fairly throughout. A good example of a player getting on with the job and doing the business - well done squire.
FINAL THOUGHT - One thing that springs to mind today that is of the utmost importance and worthy of mention is the player's conduct throughout this solid affair. Throughout the game there was very little griping, no play-acting and a good heads down focus that was a credit to both teams. I applaud that and long may it continue. I have seen too many teams bitch and moan and as a result drag their fellow players down, lose focus and ultimately concede goals and lose matches. Breath is precious, wasting it on decisions made and missed opportunities is pointless, save it for your next tackle and your next surging run and if your mouth does need exercise use it to encourage and support. Again, an applaud to both sides here and also to Congleton Town FC who make every visit a happy one and have a good vibe going on at the ground - I shall return and also pop up to see Nelson soon enough and pen another report. DIY forever - tis the only way!
Both teams got stuck in straight away on a fragile foundation with Nelson trying to play through the park and Congleton looking for a long, carving pass. Early on a cracking mud-flying encounter manifested itself with both sides having early efforts both fly wayward. Congleton did find the net at one point but it was to no avail as the liners flag rose and offside was ruled. This minor blip didn't deter the visitors who heaved back but it was Congleton who came closest next after their No 7 (Callum Gardner) wormed through a tight pack, played the ball wide to his colleague on the flank who then duly crossed to find the crust of an incoming player who alas saw his attempt ping past the upright. Good work indeed but straight up the other end we went when Nelson worked a move that led to the ball being flashed across their opponents goal mouth only to just evade any incoming toe that would surely have grabbed the first goal of the game. The home side took heed of this warning, pressurised and created two solid crosses that failed to find a rising head. As Nelson looked to cultivate a breakaway Congleton came again, when their No 10 (Scot McGowan) got free, put a cross in the box whereupon several of his team-mates had the chance to shoot but chose to pass instead. When a shot did come it was easily blocked and the opportunity went begging.
Nelson were on the back foot but still very much alive although another chance came the home sides way after some tireless work by the eye-catching No 6 (Richard Bailey) saw him win the ball in a corner, weave inward and eventually thwack a shot with force that once again strayed wide of the elusive net. Nelson now dug deep, a rapid attack was borne, time was found by a flank man who crossed and found the feet of Benjamin Hosking who chose his spot and fired in with casual accuracy - 1-0 and the game was now alive. Congleton responded and when a long ball was found by McGowan, his control and shot were thwarted by an alert keeper who sprawled low and produce the necessary block. It kept his team in front and allowed them to go into the break with spirits high.
The cold was creeping in, a piddle was partaken of and I refilled the bladder immediately with a grand cup of cha. Where would we Brits be without this bagged ambrosia?
The second half saw The Bears growl early and create a break that came to nowt but which allowed Nelson's crafty No 9 (Jason Hart) to create turmoil and nearly get the gift he strived for. Glory remained elusive but never fear, moments later The Admirals were at it again and in the blinking of an eye (literally) a goal was slapped home and it was Benjamin Hosking again who snatched the congratulations. The Congo Crew were now up against things, spiced tackles were flying in but all were fair and above board and complaints from players were noticeably few and far between (applause for that attitude, very refreshing). Suddenly Congleton broke, the hefty No 9 (Declan Fletcher) collared a cross, had time to release his shot but again the keeper flew low and produced the defensive goods. Excitement rose, Nelson found themselves in a 4 on 1 situation, a pass best described as 'shite' soon terminated any rising hopes = by heck indeed. Back down the other end, McGowan shot, the crossbar was thudded and seconds later the same player was at it again, this time he won a foul that was in the box, a penalty was awarded and The Bears had high promise to get back in this one. The chosen chap stepped up and an awful attempt at a conversion was the outcome - the charity of Congleton seemed to know no bounds. In fact Mother Theresa was less generous in her day and surely would have buried one of the chances on offer today.
Nelson still prodded and poked and when once more they broke away a smart move saw a cross, a dummy and No 10 shoot but the resident No 1 saved well and kept light at the end of a manky tunnel for his comrades. Now play went back and forth with impetus, both teams fought hard with the greatest enemy being the ragged pitch that was becoming more and more worn with every passage of play. Nelson picked up on a wayward pass next, their threatening No 9 shot, another save came, Congleton were clinging on. The tide ebbed and flowed, the visitors though were good value for the 2 goal cushion and the 3rd nearly came when that pesky No 9 flashed a shot homeward only to see it rise a trifle too much. The match began to simmer nicely, the final whistle beckoned, one team were desperate, the other determined and when Congleton won a corner and the ball played in bounced around the box it suddenly was jabbed goalward and only an on-the-line clearance helped keep things as they were. It just wasn't Congleton's day! As the home team continued to press, and with 3 minutes left on the clock, Nelson counterpunched and a long ball was latched onto by, yes you guessed it, the No 9 who passed across the box and allowed Mark Sharpston to bury the ball and the match as a contest. A late shot came for the beleaguered home lads but it was straight at the keeper which, kind of summed up the teams day. The ref blew, hands were shook, the game was done.
Personally, I thought this was a ruddy good match, a mucky affair that saw many players bust a gut and fight the substrate in an attempt to play football. Nelson won this by being sharper, hungrier and just a little more settled on the ball in certain parts of the park. Many of their players put in a good stint but the Man of the Match for me was their No 8 (Sebastian Julian) who tirelessly covered much ground, fought with blood and sweat for every ball and conducted himself quietly, strongly and fairly throughout. A good example of a player getting on with the job and doing the business - well done squire.
FINAL THOUGHT - One thing that springs to mind today that is of the utmost importance and worthy of mention is the player's conduct throughout this solid affair. Throughout the game there was very little griping, no play-acting and a good heads down focus that was a credit to both teams. I applaud that and long may it continue. I have seen too many teams bitch and moan and as a result drag their fellow players down, lose focus and ultimately concede goals and lose matches. Breath is precious, wasting it on decisions made and missed opportunities is pointless, save it for your next tackle and your next surging run and if your mouth does need exercise use it to encourage and support. Again, an applaud to both sides here and also to Congleton Town FC who make every visit a happy one and have a good vibe going on at the ground - I shall return and also pop up to see Nelson soon enough and pen another report. DIY forever - tis the only way!
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