29th April 2017 - Silsden AFC 0 v 3 Cheadle Town - The final league match of the season and one to savour. The morn was spent reviewing the previous night's gig that went down mighty well with the hungry spiky tops and those who happened to be in the gaff at the time of the racket making. Even though I was fagged out I had enough energy left to anticipate the drive to the The Cobbydale Construction Stadium and lap up another 90 minutes of soccer action. So, after a good dinner (oh man those Bacon Ribs), me and my missus set off and arrived at the ground 1 hour and 20 minutes later. Tea and choccy were had and a stand under a quiet enclosure whilst watching the teams prepare and admiring the panoramic views - what a splendid place to watch a match. A few heads arrived, the 3pm deadline approached and out came the teams, shook hands and the game got underway.
At the off and Silsden's No 10 (Nicky McNally) was right at it and latched onto a ball and intelligently attempted to chip the opposing keeper. The ball looped and it was most unfortunate that it bounced back off the crossbar - what a start that would have been! Instantaneously No 9 (Mark Everingham) flashed down the wing, crossed and found his No 11 (Tom Henderson) who rifled a shot in and made the keeper produce a good save and keep his under the cosh team still in it. More pressure followed, this time the Cobbydalers No 8 (Josh Eastwood) had a punt but the shot was high into the sky and this allowed the guests to regroup and gather their challenging gonads for the task ahead. Cheadle now responded and Liam Tonge played a beautiful ball that allowed the No 9 (Chris Sherrington) to chase down, connect with and force yet another save from the mittman. An all action start and the Sils were at it again moments later when the hairless No 7 (Danny Bunch) crossed and won a corner and then got himself in the box to get his glabrous globe on the ball but knock it straight at the protector of the mesh - good work though even though not gifted with a bonus. Silsden were now passing well, Cheadle were hustling hard and in fact nearly had a player sneak in and break the deadlock but was denied at the last by a quick off the mark keeper. Next and a corner to Silsden, No 5 (Dan Illingworth) lost his marker with elusive feet and nutted goalward with the ball needing a good goalkeeping clearance once again. Cheadle now grew into the game, and a break came that saw Rhys Webb get the ball with 3 men to beat. He jinked and dinked, stayed cool and worked a gap and let fly with an effort that gave his team the lead that shockingly went against the general flow. What a bloody good goal though!
The game now settled, Cheadle had suppressed Silsden's early threat and brought about a balance to proceedings. Saying this, Silsden did force the visitors No 1 to save again when a superb touch header was latched onto and a firm low shot came. The Cobbydalers were grafting, some eye-catching sequences were making Cheadle work hard but work hard they did and kept all danger minimal. The game had a quiet spell until Cheadle's No 10 (Rhys Webb) grabbed the ball yet again, stayed impressively calm, rode several sub-tackles and fired home with natural aplomb. Silsden were stunned to the core. The half time whistle blew soon after, the smash and garb tactics of the guests were set to take all the glory.
Tea and chocolate for me and my fine lady and a tootle at the local cricket were I witnessed a pace bowler take a wicket and put the opposing team on 76 for 8 - crikey and Silsden AFC thought they were struggling. A chat with the fine gent that is Cheadle's Club Secretary and the two sides came back out.
To the second half and The Town started brightest when fine work from their No 3 (Davison Banda), allowed him to weave in and fire, resulting in a shot that just missed the mark, At this point we were invaded by a bunch of underage screaming Silsden hoodlums who rushed around, made a racket and then fled to a hill on the opposite side of the ground - what a manic bunch they were but you can't fault em' ha, ha. Moments later a lovely lady came in search of the raffle winners and lo and behold it was me and the missus who had the winning ticket and gratefully accepted a bottle of Hardy's Shiraz - what a bonus!
Back to the match, Silsden were now working even harder with several crosses punted in and some good impetus. The forceful effort ended in one move that saw Bunch take a punt then McNally have a prod only for both to be denied by a keeper on fine form. A grand double save for sure. Cheadle responded with some honest midfield mither, with Tonge having a shot pulled wide followed by another shot by a colleague who got the same result. Silsden were backing off a little too much and allowing their opponents time to operate and cultivate with Sherrington next given opportunity to have a dig and fail to make a strike that mattered. Warning, warning, warning - but was anyone listening? A period of back and forth combat ensued and the thermals rose as the home team became desperate and the away team became defiant. Webb of Cheadle had two more attempts on goal albeit rather lazy they appeared and Silsden continued to run themselves ragged in pursuit of a goal back. Some final pressure from the Cobbydale Crew saw a wild shot fly high, a header glide wide and a free-kick get disappointingly hoofed into the the sturdy Cheadle wall. A late corner was nutted and saved yet again and another cross looked promising but led to a counterattack that saw Webb advance with slow grace, cross to a comrade who laid the ball off for Dane Smith to welly home 3 minutes into injury time. The celebration was had and soon after the death toll for Silsden came - a mugging had taken place and the perpetrators were worthy of their gains. I enjoyed this one and at the end had a couple of players to mull over as to the Man of the Match selection. I pondered and decided that it must go to Cheadle Towns No 1 (Jonathan McIlwaine) who made several good saves at crucial times and who commandeered his back line with eagerness and passion. I thought it was a solid performance that backed up his teams worthy win - nice one fella.
FINAL THOUGHT - Silsden were out of sorts today and also just didn't have the run of the ball but they tried their best and their No 7 (Danny Bunch) is worthy of a mention for the ground he covered and the tireless stint he put in. Cheadle Town are on a roll with 5 wins on the bounce and if they start next season like they have ended this one they will be a darn handful for every team in the league and be pushing for a major prize methinks. Finally one must mention the referee today, a Mr Emmanuel Edet I believe who conducted himself marvellously throughout, communicated clearly and firmly with all players and let the game flow, was fair in all decisions and who set a good example of how the game should be marshalled. It is a thankless task and after viewing 68 matches this season I think it is time to give a final round of applause for the men in the middle and their thankless task. I wouldn't entertain the job and I give full respect to those that do - today was an fine display of how it should be done! Now where's that bottle of Shiraz - hiccup!
Saturday 29 April 2017
Friday 28 April 2017
NEVER MIND THE BARLICKS
27th April 2017 - Barnoldswick Town 5 v 2 AFC Liverpool - Cripes the season is nearly done and I feel that my enthusiasm is far from satiated. Luckily I have many passions so when the last match is done I will have more time to catch up on other interests and put back in as much as possible. It is what I do, a DIY spirit wanting to help - hopefully it helps things tick forward. Tonight after a day at work me and my fine lady tootled up to this tucked away ground and immediately set about swilling a cuppa and chomping down on some tasty morsels. The match had no real significance as regards winning any silverware but I expected the teams to have a good old dig in and try and improve their overall finishing positions. The warm-up was done beneath a beautiful double rainbow, the officials did their prep work and then all bods disappeared, re-appeared and the game got going. With my humble scribblings I have constructed another report, and this is result!
The first dangling limb swung, the end of it known as the foot made contact with tonight's chosen leather sphere and the two units of 11 set about trying to ripple their opponents net and get their fans in a state of arousal (ooh the sexy buggers). First up and after only 3 minutes the visitors were on the attack with their hustling No 2 (Thomas Davies) quickly involved in the action that saw the ball eventually fall at the feet of his comrade (Jack Hont) who stayed cool and sweetly slotted home - nicely taken indeed squire. Barlick were on the back foot but immediately applied some pressure that saw a defensive back head loop dangerously in the air towards the goal only to be grabbed at the last by the unhindered netter. The start was fresh and frisky with the red guests scurrying and scampering and making the hosts earn their crust. Barlick responded to the hassle again when a screaming cross was met by the firm bonse of Aaron Hollindrake who was mightily unfortunate to see the ball rattle back off the bar. At this point in time I was distracted by a Sparrowhawk flying over but I did see Jackson Ellis of Liverpool make a break and win a corner which only led to a counterpunch that saw Hollindrake attempt a cheeky chip that just missed the far upright - the tide was definitely turning.
Barlick were now growing in confidence quicker than Errol Flynn's todger in a whorehouse and several sub-attacks could have brought this game all square if a cool head at the fore took command of the situation. Again and again the BT boys came, Hollindrake again involved and thumping a particular header goalward that was superbly saved by the agile keeper. Suddenly though the mounting pressure told and a quick pass, an eager chase and a header from John Beckwith and the game was all square! A well deserved equaliser and after AFC Liverpool tried to rally it was Barlick who threatened again when their No 7 wriggled free, released a shot and was denied at the last by the visitors man in green. The excitement rose and even the stench of chicken shit from the aptly named Sewer End failed to douse any gushing appetite for more goals. Within moments the home lads were at it again when a choice through ball found the busy Zack Dale who was just denied at the last by the last man standing. Another quick move came, Liverpool were getting pushed further and further back and when a cross ball in caused some Red confusion up stepped Jake Lloyd to give Barnoldswick a well earned lead. Can't fault it!
The one way traffic was pouring forth now and 1 minute before the half time whistle the boys in blue drove forth and a short corner was had, a mistimed shot followed but an incoming runner, namely Aaron Hollindrake, latched onto the loose ball and made it 3 - 1. The rain now came and the half ended - one could almost feel The Little Reds breathe a sigh of relief.
Tea and Topic for me and the lady and some shelter from a foul downpour. The teams came back out and one hoped for more of the same.
We began where we left off with Barlick straight at the jugular of the Red men and a fine whipping cross ball 6 minutes after the restart found the enthused feet of Zack Dale who nipped around the goalie and duly made it 4 -1 to the Silentnight Soccerites. Seconds later Hollindrake was in again but hoofed over and then his teammate No 7 raced through but was denied by a good save. Again and again the attacks came, Zack Dale fired in a cross and struck the bar and Liverpool were being tossed about on a repetitive tidal wave of pressure that was something like a pair of Jimmy Tarbuck's discarded love underpants on a stormy River Mersey - you get the drift I am sure. Now the Heavens opened in good style, the misery was really being heaped on the travelling squad and fans. The match took on a pattern with Liverpool pestering and pushing higher and Barlick absorbing and looking for the killer through ball. Unsurprisingly Barlick had several more chances with their defensive number 4 having a tremendous run that saw him break free and get in a one on one situation with the keeper. Like a politician when asked to describe the term 'honesty' the player seemed at a panic stricken loss and duly fumbled into a faux pas and made no positive contribution.
Despite the one-sided swing one must applaud AFCL and their tireless commitment to a lost cause and surely, in the long term, this will serve the team well and win them many points along the way. Fortune favoured their efforts it seemed when the home keeper made a shocking goal kick that was duly picked up by a nippy red bod who calmly passed and allowed Jack Hont to fire home in sturdy fashion. By heck - enter Johnny Mathis - 'a ray of hope...flickers in the sky'. Could we be witness to the start of a dramatic turn-around? Incredibly Liverpool broke again seconds later and their industrious No 2 (Thomas Davies) was very unlucky to see his firmly cracked shot just miss the outside of the post. AFCL now had belief and pushed further forward but Barlick came mighty close again when a great chance was stopped at the last by the gloved guardian who was certainly having a real hectic night. The minutes were ticking down and any hopes of a major comeback were doused when, at last, the home team broke and the tootsies of Kenneth Taylor followed up on a header and nipped in and tidily slotted home. A killer blow and as the time ticked on and several more half chances came the 90 minute mark arrived, the extra time passed and we were all left to mull on a very rewarding 5 -2 scoreline. A good match this and Man of the Match tonight goes to Barnoldswick Town's No 3 (James Crorken) simply because the consistency, awareness and unflustered approach were a cornerstone on which the rest of the team could rely and build. Perhaps an unsung hero in a grand performance but the Fungalised eye was in and the vote goes his way!
FINAL THOUGHT - Two teams tonight put on a bloody good show for a real price at an excellent ground with many true football supporters involved. In Manchester, on this same night, a bunch of overpaid prima donnas played out a goalless draw to the conned masses for an unfriendly price and away from the heart and soul of what the game should be about. The highpoint I believe was when an overrated member of the Hair Bear Bunch threw an half arsed headbutt that invoked some great thespian theatrics better suited to the stage of the London Shakespeare Company - oh the shock and the horror, oh the silly twats. Well, each to their own, but for me what I saw tonight convinces me that this is proper football and all done with people doing it for the right reasons. Barnoldswick are a good team to watch and play a game that is free, exciting and not for the faint-hearted (keep taking the tablets Mr Manager) but there will always be goals involved. AFC Liverpool are better than what the scoreline suggests and I particularly like the players heads down, work like buggery approach - as I say, it will serve them well, and good on em' for their style. We drove home after the match quite chuffed with the night's event and in agreement that the ground is a minor gem. Here's to many more visits and good luck to each and every contributor to the cause.
The first dangling limb swung, the end of it known as the foot made contact with tonight's chosen leather sphere and the two units of 11 set about trying to ripple their opponents net and get their fans in a state of arousal (ooh the sexy buggers). First up and after only 3 minutes the visitors were on the attack with their hustling No 2 (Thomas Davies) quickly involved in the action that saw the ball eventually fall at the feet of his comrade (Jack Hont) who stayed cool and sweetly slotted home - nicely taken indeed squire. Barlick were on the back foot but immediately applied some pressure that saw a defensive back head loop dangerously in the air towards the goal only to be grabbed at the last by the unhindered netter. The start was fresh and frisky with the red guests scurrying and scampering and making the hosts earn their crust. Barlick responded to the hassle again when a screaming cross was met by the firm bonse of Aaron Hollindrake who was mightily unfortunate to see the ball rattle back off the bar. At this point in time I was distracted by a Sparrowhawk flying over but I did see Jackson Ellis of Liverpool make a break and win a corner which only led to a counterpunch that saw Hollindrake attempt a cheeky chip that just missed the far upright - the tide was definitely turning.
Barlick were now growing in confidence quicker than Errol Flynn's todger in a whorehouse and several sub-attacks could have brought this game all square if a cool head at the fore took command of the situation. Again and again the BT boys came, Hollindrake again involved and thumping a particular header goalward that was superbly saved by the agile keeper. Suddenly though the mounting pressure told and a quick pass, an eager chase and a header from John Beckwith and the game was all square! A well deserved equaliser and after AFC Liverpool tried to rally it was Barlick who threatened again when their No 7 wriggled free, released a shot and was denied at the last by the visitors man in green. The excitement rose and even the stench of chicken shit from the aptly named Sewer End failed to douse any gushing appetite for more goals. Within moments the home lads were at it again when a choice through ball found the busy Zack Dale who was just denied at the last by the last man standing. Another quick move came, Liverpool were getting pushed further and further back and when a cross ball in caused some Red confusion up stepped Jake Lloyd to give Barnoldswick a well earned lead. Can't fault it!
The one way traffic was pouring forth now and 1 minute before the half time whistle the boys in blue drove forth and a short corner was had, a mistimed shot followed but an incoming runner, namely Aaron Hollindrake, latched onto the loose ball and made it 3 - 1. The rain now came and the half ended - one could almost feel The Little Reds breathe a sigh of relief.
Tea and Topic for me and the lady and some shelter from a foul downpour. The teams came back out and one hoped for more of the same.
We began where we left off with Barlick straight at the jugular of the Red men and a fine whipping cross ball 6 minutes after the restart found the enthused feet of Zack Dale who nipped around the goalie and duly made it 4 -1 to the Silentnight Soccerites. Seconds later Hollindrake was in again but hoofed over and then his teammate No 7 raced through but was denied by a good save. Again and again the attacks came, Zack Dale fired in a cross and struck the bar and Liverpool were being tossed about on a repetitive tidal wave of pressure that was something like a pair of Jimmy Tarbuck's discarded love underpants on a stormy River Mersey - you get the drift I am sure. Now the Heavens opened in good style, the misery was really being heaped on the travelling squad and fans. The match took on a pattern with Liverpool pestering and pushing higher and Barlick absorbing and looking for the killer through ball. Unsurprisingly Barlick had several more chances with their defensive number 4 having a tremendous run that saw him break free and get in a one on one situation with the keeper. Like a politician when asked to describe the term 'honesty' the player seemed at a panic stricken loss and duly fumbled into a faux pas and made no positive contribution.
Despite the one-sided swing one must applaud AFCL and their tireless commitment to a lost cause and surely, in the long term, this will serve the team well and win them many points along the way. Fortune favoured their efforts it seemed when the home keeper made a shocking goal kick that was duly picked up by a nippy red bod who calmly passed and allowed Jack Hont to fire home in sturdy fashion. By heck - enter Johnny Mathis - 'a ray of hope...flickers in the sky'. Could we be witness to the start of a dramatic turn-around? Incredibly Liverpool broke again seconds later and their industrious No 2 (Thomas Davies) was very unlucky to see his firmly cracked shot just miss the outside of the post. AFCL now had belief and pushed further forward but Barlick came mighty close again when a great chance was stopped at the last by the gloved guardian who was certainly having a real hectic night. The minutes were ticking down and any hopes of a major comeback were doused when, at last, the home team broke and the tootsies of Kenneth Taylor followed up on a header and nipped in and tidily slotted home. A killer blow and as the time ticked on and several more half chances came the 90 minute mark arrived, the extra time passed and we were all left to mull on a very rewarding 5 -2 scoreline. A good match this and Man of the Match tonight goes to Barnoldswick Town's No 3 (James Crorken) simply because the consistency, awareness and unflustered approach were a cornerstone on which the rest of the team could rely and build. Perhaps an unsung hero in a grand performance but the Fungalised eye was in and the vote goes his way!
FINAL THOUGHT - Two teams tonight put on a bloody good show for a real price at an excellent ground with many true football supporters involved. In Manchester, on this same night, a bunch of overpaid prima donnas played out a goalless draw to the conned masses for an unfriendly price and away from the heart and soul of what the game should be about. The highpoint I believe was when an overrated member of the Hair Bear Bunch threw an half arsed headbutt that invoked some great thespian theatrics better suited to the stage of the London Shakespeare Company - oh the shock and the horror, oh the silly twats. Well, each to their own, but for me what I saw tonight convinces me that this is proper football and all done with people doing it for the right reasons. Barnoldswick are a good team to watch and play a game that is free, exciting and not for the faint-hearted (keep taking the tablets Mr Manager) but there will always be goals involved. AFC Liverpool are better than what the scoreline suggests and I particularly like the players heads down, work like buggery approach - as I say, it will serve them well, and good on em' for their style. We drove home after the match quite chuffed with the night's event and in agreement that the ground is a minor gem. Here's to many more visits and good luck to each and every contributor to the cause.
Tuesday 25 April 2017
DERBY DAY - THE REVENGE
24th April 2017 - Maine Road 0 v 3 West Didsbury & Chorlton - After the previous encounter between these teams being scrubbed out due to an unfortunate injury we re-ignited fans of non-league football were required to tootle back down to Brantingham Road and watch the re-run. It was no hardship as it looked set to be another close combat and the toss of a coin or some unexpected circumstance may be the deciding factor in this one. The day had been one of toil with many tasks taken on and tackled so I was up for a good footballing fix although I have not been going short of late. The 66th match of the season and it has been a real delight. I have a liking for this location and have never yet gone away disappointed. So, after an appalling bus ride that was a case of stop/start piss and fart and walk in a gusting breeze I met up with fellow punk peddler Stu Taylor and wagged the old jawbone whilst discussing numerous topics. A cuppa and out into the chilled night air and a position was taken on the halfway line to absorb the forthcoming contest. This was a big one, whoever wins this would have the bragging rights for many a month - whoever lost would have to suck on eggs for the same period - nasty! And so this is what I was treated to!
A quiet start was had before The West's No 7 (Benjamin Steer) weaved from nowhere and incredibly won a penalty out of very little threat. Up stepped Matty Kay to attempt the conversion and did so with startling ease - 0 - 1 and the early flame was burning brighter. The Road did well to recover from this early kidney punch and strung together several promising moves as well as threading some decent balls through their opponents defence that just fell shy of equalising glory. Connor Hughes came close with a whipped in free-kick but not much else came his teams way. The WDC pack though soon quelled any threat and started to apply their own pressure with some quick man to man marking. The game however lulled and many rubicund faces blew hard as shirts rippled in a wintry wind and all the huff and puff resulted in very few chances. West Didsbury threatened most with that man Steer usually in the thick of the action but Maine Road came closest on the 31st minute when a corner was caught by the wind and needed clearing off the line by an alert defender (Scott Mason) who deserved a good slap on the back for his efforts. Kay of The West had an effort fly over but Maine Road bounced right back and their No 2 (Joel Senior) was working mightily effectively at the rear and their No 7 (Rory Breslin) managed to have a fair shot although it ended flying way over. A Maine Road free-kick gave further optimism and after a bit of pinball in the box a close in kick for goal was had and an absolutely stunning save was made by Aaron Ashley to keep the score as it was. Another golden chance came not long after when some solid wing play saw Road's No 11 (Jamie Row) shoot but again be denied by a keeper very much in the zone. The half dipped again after this and the ref blew and gave everyone some respite from an average 45 minutes.
With a 200+ people in attendance me and my mate Stu couldn't be arsed to queue for a cuppa so we stayed put, nattered and awaited the re-emergence of the teams.
Out the 2 squads came and West Didsbury were out of the traps quickest with an early shot by Ash Woods that was too weak to be troublesome. The home bods had the next early punt when their No 9 (Joseph O' Brien) got through and cracked an effort. Alas for the Blues the keeper of WDC was in the right place once again and was having one of those tip top nights one gets with good training. Up the other end and West Didsbury started to work the flanks over and over again until the ball came to a central player, namely Joe Shaw, who seemed to think 'sod this' and let loose with an absolute scorcher. Road's goalkeeper remained rooted as the ball carved through the night air and found the top corner of the net - what a screamer, what a way to double the lead! West Didsbury & Chorlton were now on it and were ruddy unlucky not to get a 3rd when Road's netter made a hash of a ball in and nearly gave the guests a bonus goal. The away team were now dominating and when another goalkeeping fumble came the WDC firm were only denied again by a last gasp clearance. Next, and a corner for the visitors, a free header and just over. Soon after a cross into Maine Road's box caused untold chaos and a shot came that was just deflected wide. The heat was being turned up on a very out of sync MR side. The corner came, more disarray and up popped the lofty No 11 (Saul Henderson) to get his sides 3rd, something he seemed quite delighted about. In fact so joyous was he the silly bugger removed his top, ran to his fans and joined them on the terrace for a quick jig and a well enjoyed celebration - you can't fault it really.
From here the game fizzled out as a contest, and in pure truth Maine Road were just ruddy poor tonight. A 4 shot salvo late on for the Diddlers saw the post struck twice, a shot saved and one blasted wide - by heck, get me the Valium! Road strove to get back and get a consolation and hit the post too which kind of summed up their night's fortunes. To add insult to injury for the home lads a bloody out of season hailstorm peppered their downcast bonses and made for one helluva shit night's work. Their keeper did well late on when he fumbled a free-kick but did enough to block the follow-up shot. It was all to no avail though as the ref blew soon after and the game was done. The icy storm wasn't cold enough to keep the away fans quiet and one has gotta applaud their support over the 90 minutes (and during the season as a whole), it surely helps the cause. Their chant of 'The Referees A Tory' was first class frivolity for sure! What a bunch of lovable goons! So a duff first half, a good one sided second and Man of the Match could go to one of several WDC bods but I am going for their No 7 (Benjamin Steer) who was instrumental in many good moves, was hard and fair throughout and who ran his nadgers into the ground and left nothing behind at the end of the match - what a good stint!
FINAL THOUGHT - After tonight's match there is now a 15 point swing between these two teams and after what was witnessed during the 90 minutes this evening that gap seems justified. If West Didsbury were shit-hot tonight then Maine Road were a chalky white cold turd. If West Didsbury were bloated with success at the end of the game, Maine Road were as withered as a marathon runner on laxatives. I think both teams have more to offer and Brantingham Road is still one of my favourite haunts and I take my hat off to a team that always puts in a good stint even when Lady Luck is being a really spiteful sow. West Didsbury & Chorlton are ready to move up a notch methinks and I'll be at their ground several times again next season, hopefully enjoying many successes with them along the way. Applause to all concerned again tonight and what a nice gesture it was to make this a free entry game. In return I bought 5 raffle tickets so as to put my fiver in the pot - alas my luck was like the home teams tonight and I also drew a big fat blank - shit happens!
A quiet start was had before The West's No 7 (Benjamin Steer) weaved from nowhere and incredibly won a penalty out of very little threat. Up stepped Matty Kay to attempt the conversion and did so with startling ease - 0 - 1 and the early flame was burning brighter. The Road did well to recover from this early kidney punch and strung together several promising moves as well as threading some decent balls through their opponents defence that just fell shy of equalising glory. Connor Hughes came close with a whipped in free-kick but not much else came his teams way. The WDC pack though soon quelled any threat and started to apply their own pressure with some quick man to man marking. The game however lulled and many rubicund faces blew hard as shirts rippled in a wintry wind and all the huff and puff resulted in very few chances. West Didsbury threatened most with that man Steer usually in the thick of the action but Maine Road came closest on the 31st minute when a corner was caught by the wind and needed clearing off the line by an alert defender (Scott Mason) who deserved a good slap on the back for his efforts. Kay of The West had an effort fly over but Maine Road bounced right back and their No 2 (Joel Senior) was working mightily effectively at the rear and their No 7 (Rory Breslin) managed to have a fair shot although it ended flying way over. A Maine Road free-kick gave further optimism and after a bit of pinball in the box a close in kick for goal was had and an absolutely stunning save was made by Aaron Ashley to keep the score as it was. Another golden chance came not long after when some solid wing play saw Road's No 11 (Jamie Row) shoot but again be denied by a keeper very much in the zone. The half dipped again after this and the ref blew and gave everyone some respite from an average 45 minutes.
With a 200+ people in attendance me and my mate Stu couldn't be arsed to queue for a cuppa so we stayed put, nattered and awaited the re-emergence of the teams.
Out the 2 squads came and West Didsbury were out of the traps quickest with an early shot by Ash Woods that was too weak to be troublesome. The home bods had the next early punt when their No 9 (Joseph O' Brien) got through and cracked an effort. Alas for the Blues the keeper of WDC was in the right place once again and was having one of those tip top nights one gets with good training. Up the other end and West Didsbury started to work the flanks over and over again until the ball came to a central player, namely Joe Shaw, who seemed to think 'sod this' and let loose with an absolute scorcher. Road's goalkeeper remained rooted as the ball carved through the night air and found the top corner of the net - what a screamer, what a way to double the lead! West Didsbury & Chorlton were now on it and were ruddy unlucky not to get a 3rd when Road's netter made a hash of a ball in and nearly gave the guests a bonus goal. The away team were now dominating and when another goalkeeping fumble came the WDC firm were only denied again by a last gasp clearance. Next, and a corner for the visitors, a free header and just over. Soon after a cross into Maine Road's box caused untold chaos and a shot came that was just deflected wide. The heat was being turned up on a very out of sync MR side. The corner came, more disarray and up popped the lofty No 11 (Saul Henderson) to get his sides 3rd, something he seemed quite delighted about. In fact so joyous was he the silly bugger removed his top, ran to his fans and joined them on the terrace for a quick jig and a well enjoyed celebration - you can't fault it really.
From here the game fizzled out as a contest, and in pure truth Maine Road were just ruddy poor tonight. A 4 shot salvo late on for the Diddlers saw the post struck twice, a shot saved and one blasted wide - by heck, get me the Valium! Road strove to get back and get a consolation and hit the post too which kind of summed up their night's fortunes. To add insult to injury for the home lads a bloody out of season hailstorm peppered their downcast bonses and made for one helluva shit night's work. Their keeper did well late on when he fumbled a free-kick but did enough to block the follow-up shot. It was all to no avail though as the ref blew soon after and the game was done. The icy storm wasn't cold enough to keep the away fans quiet and one has gotta applaud their support over the 90 minutes (and during the season as a whole), it surely helps the cause. Their chant of 'The Referees A Tory' was first class frivolity for sure! What a bunch of lovable goons! So a duff first half, a good one sided second and Man of the Match could go to one of several WDC bods but I am going for their No 7 (Benjamin Steer) who was instrumental in many good moves, was hard and fair throughout and who ran his nadgers into the ground and left nothing behind at the end of the match - what a good stint!
FINAL THOUGHT - After tonight's match there is now a 15 point swing between these two teams and after what was witnessed during the 90 minutes this evening that gap seems justified. If West Didsbury were shit-hot tonight then Maine Road were a chalky white cold turd. If West Didsbury were bloated with success at the end of the game, Maine Road were as withered as a marathon runner on laxatives. I think both teams have more to offer and Brantingham Road is still one of my favourite haunts and I take my hat off to a team that always puts in a good stint even when Lady Luck is being a really spiteful sow. West Didsbury & Chorlton are ready to move up a notch methinks and I'll be at their ground several times again next season, hopefully enjoying many successes with them along the way. Applause to all concerned again tonight and what a nice gesture it was to make this a free entry game. In return I bought 5 raffle tickets so as to put my fiver in the pot - alas my luck was like the home teams tonight and I also drew a big fat blank - shit happens!
Sunday 23 April 2017
THE SALMONERS GET SALTED
22nd April 2017 - AFC Darwen 1 v 3 1874 Northwich - A morn spent plastering, finalising the day's gig, planting a few flowers and doing the never ending supply of dishes. Dinner and out with my lovely wife to the Anchor Ground with an easy sun-blessed drive up several motorways, 1 A Road and 1 B Road - simple! A bit of potter on some wasteland at the back of the ground produced 133 specimens of the fungus Egghead Mottlegill (Panaeolus semiovatus) with an array of sizes all on show - excellent! Into the ground and tea and freshly cooked chips were thoroughly enjoyed whilst sat in the shade before we moved to the opposite side of the stand and lazed about in glorious sunshine watching the teams prepare and noting a Drone hovering above the pitch, no doubt used to get some choice aerial shots. Note was also made of a well maintained pitch and a chat was had with a Northwich fan who duly gave a prediction of 3 - 1 to his team which, as it turned out, proved to be bang on the mark. Bloody good shout sir! And so, after a good lounge about 3pm arrived and we shifted our inert arses off the grass and took up our pitch side positions to watch another Hallmark Security League encounter.
After an early flourish by the 1874 brigade, that primarily revolved around the whirligig that is Scott McGowan, the game settled down with the visitors always seeming to hold the trump cards. A constant pressure was building upon the home team's rear guard and it looked set to pay deserved dividends when 1874's No 8 (Mark Jones) and No 10 (McGowan) linked up and caused untold kerfuffle and it was only a last gasp outstretched defensive limb that just about evaded critical danger for the alert Anchor boys. Darwen eventually got a finger in the footballing pie but the visitors had the next best chance when their No 11 (Taylor Kennerley) fired in two firm shots but was equalled by the opposing mittman (Ben Proctor) who produced a brace of solid blocks. Corners came the away sides way, all aimed at the far post that was void of any threat - Darwen were being let off a keen hook. In return the home lads were given hope when their striving No 9 made a real forceful and energetic dash and beat several players before putting in a final pass that was truly awful and gave the impetus right back to the guests. The game now fell into a trough with a distinct sparsity of high end action taking place. Several more corners came for 1874, improvement on each one was had but the Darwen goalkeeper dealt with two particularly threatening balls using firm fists to clear the trouble. It was at this point that Northwich's No 7 (Adam Whitlock) was getting more and more up to speed and looked highly likely to make that initial breakthrough. As the half swung towards the midway closure Darwen put together some neat and tidy moves but it was the away side who came closest yet again with the menace that is Scott McGowan dinking and passing and allowing the No 15 (Tyler Edwards) to volley across the face of the net and just fail to find the target and...an incoming foot. As I scribbled my notes Darwen raced down the other end and a swift cross was taken and a tap in by Nicholas Hepple turned this game on its head. The ball only just trickled over the line but trickle it did and out of the blue Darwen were 1 goal to the good. Northwich now pushed back, the effective No 9 (Thomas Bailey) rattled the framework and the ball pinged out with an in-rushing striker swinging madly and making good air contact but missing the globe completely. The ref blew for half time soon after and I was wondering if it was just going to be one of those oddball days that sees the team in charge get one right up the khyber - ouch!
A pie and tea for me, a Topic and tea for the missus - both enjoyed and then back in the sun for the second period.
Some fast hustling from the Cheshire based team came with the impressive Whitlock winning a ball from nothing and providing a cross that led to a shot that was solidly blocked. Seconds later another effort was stopped, then a free-kick was heaved away and a corner easily dealt with too - Darwen were standing firm in the face of a pressurised tidal wave. Darwen found a release valve through their hardworking Hepple who again forced forth with tenacity and was mightily unlucky not to find a colleague with a pretty decent cross. Now the excitement rose, the visiting fans found their voices and as the men from the town of salt pushed like a pervert on a toilet door Darwen could only respond by throwing legs, bodies and arses in the way to stop a shot from getting through. To help alleviate the pressure the back men were also finding some good through balls and Northwich had to be mighty careful not to get caught on the hop and go 2 down.
Amid the frenetic action a pause was taken as Darwen brought on two sets of fresh legs and then suddenly the ball got rolling again. Out of nowhere McGowan of Northwich was through and in the blinking of an eye he tapped home and justifiably brought his side back on level terms. One now expected 1874 to built and cultivate a real onslaught but credit to The Salmoners who didn't sit back and still tried to create a situation. The visitors now had their tails up though and a corner saw the ball eventually ping wide and McGowan had another punt but it was straight at the keeper. Surely another goal was coming, or would Darwen stay disciplined and turn things around. A through ball came next for the home lads and their No 9 (Nicholas Hepple) was keen to collar it. He lunged, he missed, he grazed a defender and a brutal red card was issued and the game took a cruel turn. A shame this because this card was harsh and I feel it important to stress that this shouldn't detract from a good game the player was having. To add insult to injury it was only moments later that Northwich created their next chance and after some good hustling and a lax in the Darwen defence Adam Whitlock sidled in, connected and knocked the ball beneath the keeper into the awaiting net - 1-2 to the greens. A couple of minutes later and a free-kick for Northwich came, it was served in and 1-3 was had, this time Matthew Woolley had the glory and was surely responsible for killing the game as a contest.
The last portion of the game saw Darwen try and recover from the 3 quick body blows they had received but all to no avail. A hopeful shot by their No 12 (Liam Cole) sailed over and a well won corner only resulted in a counterattack that nearly saw a fourth goal added. Northwich should have made it 4 for sure just before the final whistle when Edwards had a close in header that went wide of the mark. The game finished soon after, it had certainly been an eventful one. Man of the Match today goes to 1874 Northwich's No 7 (Adam Whitlock) who worked tirelessly, was always in the thick of the action, just had that extra touch of class that helped his team take all 3 points. A good stint and well deserved sir!
FINAL THOUGHT - The knicker elastic of football, if pulled hard enough can certainly twang many ways and result in a few sore arses for those on the receiving end. Today Darwen got unfairly thwacked with a refereeing decision the real stinger that was perhaps right but still seemed a trifle unjust. 1874 Northwich are a good team though and they had the stringer stranglehold on this game for the most part and their win, at the end of the day, goes without question. A grand day out this to one of the nicest grounds in the league and one we will certainly revisit, especially if the weather forecast is set fair. Thanks to all for a grand game at such a late stage in the season and it won't be long now before the withdrawal symptoms will be setting in to many a keen watcher of the glorious non-league game - get yer tablets ready! Oh and to finally add, Northwich is famous for having a salt producing heritage, hence the title of this article. Cheers!
After an early flourish by the 1874 brigade, that primarily revolved around the whirligig that is Scott McGowan, the game settled down with the visitors always seeming to hold the trump cards. A constant pressure was building upon the home team's rear guard and it looked set to pay deserved dividends when 1874's No 8 (Mark Jones) and No 10 (McGowan) linked up and caused untold kerfuffle and it was only a last gasp outstretched defensive limb that just about evaded critical danger for the alert Anchor boys. Darwen eventually got a finger in the footballing pie but the visitors had the next best chance when their No 11 (Taylor Kennerley) fired in two firm shots but was equalled by the opposing mittman (Ben Proctor) who produced a brace of solid blocks. Corners came the away sides way, all aimed at the far post that was void of any threat - Darwen were being let off a keen hook. In return the home lads were given hope when their striving No 9 made a real forceful and energetic dash and beat several players before putting in a final pass that was truly awful and gave the impetus right back to the guests. The game now fell into a trough with a distinct sparsity of high end action taking place. Several more corners came for 1874, improvement on each one was had but the Darwen goalkeeper dealt with two particularly threatening balls using firm fists to clear the trouble. It was at this point that Northwich's No 7 (Adam Whitlock) was getting more and more up to speed and looked highly likely to make that initial breakthrough. As the half swung towards the midway closure Darwen put together some neat and tidy moves but it was the away side who came closest yet again with the menace that is Scott McGowan dinking and passing and allowing the No 15 (Tyler Edwards) to volley across the face of the net and just fail to find the target and...an incoming foot. As I scribbled my notes Darwen raced down the other end and a swift cross was taken and a tap in by Nicholas Hepple turned this game on its head. The ball only just trickled over the line but trickle it did and out of the blue Darwen were 1 goal to the good. Northwich now pushed back, the effective No 9 (Thomas Bailey) rattled the framework and the ball pinged out with an in-rushing striker swinging madly and making good air contact but missing the globe completely. The ref blew for half time soon after and I was wondering if it was just going to be one of those oddball days that sees the team in charge get one right up the khyber - ouch!
A pie and tea for me, a Topic and tea for the missus - both enjoyed and then back in the sun for the second period.
Some fast hustling from the Cheshire based team came with the impressive Whitlock winning a ball from nothing and providing a cross that led to a shot that was solidly blocked. Seconds later another effort was stopped, then a free-kick was heaved away and a corner easily dealt with too - Darwen were standing firm in the face of a pressurised tidal wave. Darwen found a release valve through their hardworking Hepple who again forced forth with tenacity and was mightily unlucky not to find a colleague with a pretty decent cross. Now the excitement rose, the visiting fans found their voices and as the men from the town of salt pushed like a pervert on a toilet door Darwen could only respond by throwing legs, bodies and arses in the way to stop a shot from getting through. To help alleviate the pressure the back men were also finding some good through balls and Northwich had to be mighty careful not to get caught on the hop and go 2 down.
Amid the frenetic action a pause was taken as Darwen brought on two sets of fresh legs and then suddenly the ball got rolling again. Out of nowhere McGowan of Northwich was through and in the blinking of an eye he tapped home and justifiably brought his side back on level terms. One now expected 1874 to built and cultivate a real onslaught but credit to The Salmoners who didn't sit back and still tried to create a situation. The visitors now had their tails up though and a corner saw the ball eventually ping wide and McGowan had another punt but it was straight at the keeper. Surely another goal was coming, or would Darwen stay disciplined and turn things around. A through ball came next for the home lads and their No 9 (Nicholas Hepple) was keen to collar it. He lunged, he missed, he grazed a defender and a brutal red card was issued and the game took a cruel turn. A shame this because this card was harsh and I feel it important to stress that this shouldn't detract from a good game the player was having. To add insult to injury it was only moments later that Northwich created their next chance and after some good hustling and a lax in the Darwen defence Adam Whitlock sidled in, connected and knocked the ball beneath the keeper into the awaiting net - 1-2 to the greens. A couple of minutes later and a free-kick for Northwich came, it was served in and 1-3 was had, this time Matthew Woolley had the glory and was surely responsible for killing the game as a contest.
The last portion of the game saw Darwen try and recover from the 3 quick body blows they had received but all to no avail. A hopeful shot by their No 12 (Liam Cole) sailed over and a well won corner only resulted in a counterattack that nearly saw a fourth goal added. Northwich should have made it 4 for sure just before the final whistle when Edwards had a close in header that went wide of the mark. The game finished soon after, it had certainly been an eventful one. Man of the Match today goes to 1874 Northwich's No 7 (Adam Whitlock) who worked tirelessly, was always in the thick of the action, just had that extra touch of class that helped his team take all 3 points. A good stint and well deserved sir!
FINAL THOUGHT - The knicker elastic of football, if pulled hard enough can certainly twang many ways and result in a few sore arses for those on the receiving end. Today Darwen got unfairly thwacked with a refereeing decision the real stinger that was perhaps right but still seemed a trifle unjust. 1874 Northwich are a good team though and they had the stringer stranglehold on this game for the most part and their win, at the end of the day, goes without question. A grand day out this to one of the nicest grounds in the league and one we will certainly revisit, especially if the weather forecast is set fair. Thanks to all for a grand game at such a late stage in the season and it won't be long now before the withdrawal symptoms will be setting in to many a keen watcher of the glorious non-league game - get yer tablets ready! Oh and to finally add, Northwich is famous for having a salt producing heritage, hence the title of this article. Cheers!
Tuesday 18 April 2017
TIGHT AT THE TAIL END
17th April 2017 - Carlisle City 1 v 0 Prestwich Heys - The final day of a 5 day jaunt up to the realms of North Cumbria and after walks taken around Kingsmoor NR, Rickerby Park and Hammonds Pond (the 15th, 16th and 17th locations visited) we arrived at Gillford Park Stadium at 1.30pm whereupon we spent half an hour sorting some nature lists and having a well-earned rest. 30 minutes later and we entered the ground (for the unbelievable price of £3 each), grabbed a cuppa and a cheeseburger for me (no veggie stuff for my lady, come on non-leaguers get it sorted) and took up a nice position in the sun. A Comma Butterfly joined us for company as well as a hefty Stone-Fly (still to be identified) and we eventually took our seats and put the old plates of meat up and nattered along. A good set up here and as the dulcet tones of the PA man welcomed all with considered politeness we watched the two teams warm up and perused the purchased programme. The sun continued with its generous rays, the teams disappeared and came back out and we looked forward to another non-league treat.
The ball rolled, Heys worked hard to gain the initial foothold but Carlisle had the first chance when their No 8 allowed space to be created and then let loose a shot that sizzled wide but really should have been so much more. Another superb opportunity to get the Sky Blues' keen sniffing hooters in front came shortly after when an accurate cross found the bones of No 10 (Jamie Heath) who had oodles of time to score but somehow nutted over. 2 chances gone, oh heck, not another one of those days! Once again Carlisle attacked, this time with some aerial football that really exposed some dire defending and resulted in that man Heath again making up for his earlier faux pas and tapping home to give his side a well deserved lead. The Prestwich lads now had to react and started to display a greater urgency that did help the overall intrigue levels of the game. Combining this new found thrusting with the teams shaking rear (sounds like Rusty Lee with a centipede up her arse) somehow meant that Carlisle always had hope and a free-kick and a corner from the Blues proved this point and caused further consternation for the Heys bench. A free punt from the Sky Blues' netter should have been dealt with by the visitors but the home bods No 8 (Tom Lucock) was allowed to venture forth and only at the last was he denied a clear cut chance to double his teams lead.
Prestwich Heys now heave ho'ed, Carlisle stood firm and their No 6 (Alan Casey) marshalled his troops well and made sure they kept their sniffing snouts in front. Another chance for Lucock came when he dinked inwards and found room to shoot but the ball was disappointingly dragged wide and we stayed as we were. As the half wound down Carlisle pushed again and a true ball was whipped in and within the crowd of players a boot poked out and suddenly the lead was doubled. Celebrations were balanced with questioning frustration and after sending the players back to the centre circle the referee went to chat with the liner as all stood and looked on with baited breath. No goal, the celebratory players now felt hard done by, the frustrated mob felt justified, the half ended with controversy and with the man in black getting some barbed verbals.
Me and my good lady had a tea break and laughed at the fact that each and every match we attend seems to have both teams wearing spectacles of fantasy that makes them only see what they want to see and bring a total disregard for any other viewpoint. The retailer of these bigot-inducing specs must be making a ruddy fortune as everyone is wearing them these days - very fashionable indeed.
And to the second period of play. The heat had settled down, heads were back on the game and The Heys came out brighter and had an early effort that went way over. Carlisle paid back in kind when Lucock connected with a bobbling ball and watch his somewhat scuffed shot just trickle wide. The guests ground out a deeper effort and their glabrous No 5 (Lee O' Brien) did manage to crack off a shot but sadly missed the near post. The hosts would not lay down though and Captain Casey turned a trifle pacey and made some good headway and won a bonus punt. Nothing came of the cross but the warning signals were re-ignited and Heys had to be careful. Darius Photiou of the visitors was unlucky when he shot from afar and cracked the crossbar and moments later a free-kick flew forth as well as a close in shot but both were dealt with by Carlisle's alert blocker. Tussles and bookings came, kerfuffles were breaking out here and there and the upshot of this was that Prestwich were losing concentration and as a result, their cohesion. Their efforts were now desperation and it was the hairless No 5 who almost found gold in a shitheap when an effort was cleared off the line and he tried to follow up but was deemed overly aggressive by the liner. Handbags swung, bra-straps twanged (ooh the naughty buggers) and as the game re-started Carlisle looked impermeable to any onslaught. A few subs came, the wind down was scrappy but as time was called and there was little else to add one couldn't help feeling Carlisle were well worthy of their 1 - 0 victory. A couple of home bods stood out today but one chap in particular put in a mightily impressive stint, was a reliable and consistent performer at the rear and just always seemed to deal with things when most needed. Man of the Match goes to Carlisle City's No 2 (Michael Slack) who, unlike his surname was as tight as Whoopi Goldbergs knicker elastic - ouch. A big applause mate - good on ya!
FINAL THOUGHT - I have seen both these squads several times this year and my thoughts are as thus. Today Prestwich Heys were out of sorts and put in one of their worst stints. They were easily wound up and seemed to have their heads elsewhere rather than on the game - maybe a case of the latter end blues. Carlisle on the other hand are getting better and this display showed good character and an ability to see a game out whilst on the slenderest of leads. The season has seen ups and downs for both teams but there are many positives to build on next year and it will be interesting to see what changes are made in the close-season (if any at all). It has been a long campaign and teams are obviously looking to the summer months but hey, for £3 you would be hard pushed to get better quality anywhere else and enjoy a good match at a very comfortable ground. We shall be back!
The ball rolled, Heys worked hard to gain the initial foothold but Carlisle had the first chance when their No 8 allowed space to be created and then let loose a shot that sizzled wide but really should have been so much more. Another superb opportunity to get the Sky Blues' keen sniffing hooters in front came shortly after when an accurate cross found the bones of No 10 (Jamie Heath) who had oodles of time to score but somehow nutted over. 2 chances gone, oh heck, not another one of those days! Once again Carlisle attacked, this time with some aerial football that really exposed some dire defending and resulted in that man Heath again making up for his earlier faux pas and tapping home to give his side a well deserved lead. The Prestwich lads now had to react and started to display a greater urgency that did help the overall intrigue levels of the game. Combining this new found thrusting with the teams shaking rear (sounds like Rusty Lee with a centipede up her arse) somehow meant that Carlisle always had hope and a free-kick and a corner from the Blues proved this point and caused further consternation for the Heys bench. A free punt from the Sky Blues' netter should have been dealt with by the visitors but the home bods No 8 (Tom Lucock) was allowed to venture forth and only at the last was he denied a clear cut chance to double his teams lead.
Prestwich Heys now heave ho'ed, Carlisle stood firm and their No 6 (Alan Casey) marshalled his troops well and made sure they kept their sniffing snouts in front. Another chance for Lucock came when he dinked inwards and found room to shoot but the ball was disappointingly dragged wide and we stayed as we were. As the half wound down Carlisle pushed again and a true ball was whipped in and within the crowd of players a boot poked out and suddenly the lead was doubled. Celebrations were balanced with questioning frustration and after sending the players back to the centre circle the referee went to chat with the liner as all stood and looked on with baited breath. No goal, the celebratory players now felt hard done by, the frustrated mob felt justified, the half ended with controversy and with the man in black getting some barbed verbals.
Me and my good lady had a tea break and laughed at the fact that each and every match we attend seems to have both teams wearing spectacles of fantasy that makes them only see what they want to see and bring a total disregard for any other viewpoint. The retailer of these bigot-inducing specs must be making a ruddy fortune as everyone is wearing them these days - very fashionable indeed.
And to the second period of play. The heat had settled down, heads were back on the game and The Heys came out brighter and had an early effort that went way over. Carlisle paid back in kind when Lucock connected with a bobbling ball and watch his somewhat scuffed shot just trickle wide. The guests ground out a deeper effort and their glabrous No 5 (Lee O' Brien) did manage to crack off a shot but sadly missed the near post. The hosts would not lay down though and Captain Casey turned a trifle pacey and made some good headway and won a bonus punt. Nothing came of the cross but the warning signals were re-ignited and Heys had to be careful. Darius Photiou of the visitors was unlucky when he shot from afar and cracked the crossbar and moments later a free-kick flew forth as well as a close in shot but both were dealt with by Carlisle's alert blocker. Tussles and bookings came, kerfuffles were breaking out here and there and the upshot of this was that Prestwich were losing concentration and as a result, their cohesion. Their efforts were now desperation and it was the hairless No 5 who almost found gold in a shitheap when an effort was cleared off the line and he tried to follow up but was deemed overly aggressive by the liner. Handbags swung, bra-straps twanged (ooh the naughty buggers) and as the game re-started Carlisle looked impermeable to any onslaught. A few subs came, the wind down was scrappy but as time was called and there was little else to add one couldn't help feeling Carlisle were well worthy of their 1 - 0 victory. A couple of home bods stood out today but one chap in particular put in a mightily impressive stint, was a reliable and consistent performer at the rear and just always seemed to deal with things when most needed. Man of the Match goes to Carlisle City's No 2 (Michael Slack) who, unlike his surname was as tight as Whoopi Goldbergs knicker elastic - ouch. A big applause mate - good on ya!
FINAL THOUGHT - I have seen both these squads several times this year and my thoughts are as thus. Today Prestwich Heys were out of sorts and put in one of their worst stints. They were easily wound up and seemed to have their heads elsewhere rather than on the game - maybe a case of the latter end blues. Carlisle on the other hand are getting better and this display showed good character and an ability to see a game out whilst on the slenderest of leads. The season has seen ups and downs for both teams but there are many positives to build on next year and it will be interesting to see what changes are made in the close-season (if any at all). It has been a long campaign and teams are obviously looking to the summer months but hey, for £3 you would be hard pushed to get better quality anywhere else and enjoy a good match at a very comfortable ground. We shall be back!
EVERY SECOND COUNTS
15th April 2017 - Holker Old Boys 1 v 2 Silsden - Up before the first erupting wren, out like a lark with an egg-bound chuff and down from Carlisle to Barrow as smooth as a soaring swift on steroids. A grand wander around Cavendish Docks and Westleigh Point NR produced 38 bird species as well as a brace of windblown countenances. A pop in to a local Morrisons for some scram and a brief walk at Sandscale NR was also had with the wind still blowing and the clouds building from the west. We soon fled and arrived at Rakesmoor whereupon we had an entertaining natter with the guy on the gate and then enjoyed a good cup of Rosie Lee in the comfortable club house whilst watching the dog end of a premier league game that saw Spurs stuff Bournemouth 4-0. A few heads entered the gaff (emphasis on a few) and after the odd natter we supped up and headed outside into the bracing April air. Open and lofted the pitch was victim to the elements and we clenched our nether regions and kept our peepers peeled on a game that went something like this.
Silsden were given the first 45 minutes to play uphill and into the wind whilst the hosts had the downward slope and draft at their backs - this really should make a difference. The first chance came the Old Boy's way when a corner caused confusion and the emerald clad No 6 (Kevin Watkin) found himself with the ball only a couple of yards out. Blood rushed, a fuse blew and the globe was skied - a golden opportunity lost. The guests responded and forced the HOB's keeper to spoon a clearance which, in turn, led to a rather clumsy tackle and a free kick. Silsden's No 8 (Joshua Eastwood) tried his luck with a low curler but the near post was missed and the netman breathed a huge sigh of relief. Another Silsden free-kick soon followed but was easily snuffed out with the ensuing corner bringing sour FA but a quick throw in did see a shot unleashed that was close but just wide. Despite the uphill task Silsden were cultivating the best chances and several more half efforts came. Eventually a throw-in was had, a cross-field ball found Matthew Moses who produced some notable quality, made a pass to a colleague who in turn crossed without a seconds hesitation. The ball landed at the feet of Mark Everingham who simply slapped home and gave Silsden a well deserved lead on the 16th minute.
Holker Old Boys now tried to respond and created several good moves that were just marred by an overriding degree of desperation in the final third. One fine move in particular saw a real close in shot that should have been buried but alas the chance was rushed and bore no successful fruit. Silsden then helped their opponents back into this one after a wild free kick was pounced upon by the Old Boy's No 4 (Billy Moss) who thrust forth, won a free punt that saw his comrade No 10 (John-Paul Stanway) pause, pick his point and then float the ball into the top corner of the framework with consummate ease - a quality goal from a good team response.
Now Silsden reacted, their No 9 had a snapshot that was well saved and the incoming corner saw no real concern raised as the ball was nutted way over the bar. A shot from the home team's No 4 kept the visitors honest before a midfield melee ensued and the game wound down to half-time. The draft up the rear continued, an awful free-kick did little to warm the cockles and a cameo appearance by the sun was a particular high - the ref blew in good time and we headed indoors for tea and chips and a mull over the first 45. Not bad but it must be emphasised that the Rakesmoor lads had missed a couple of sitters that may come back to haunt them.
Back out, half two and a settled period saw many probing balls from each unit come to little until Silsden put in a cross cum shot that forced the keeper to sprawl and save and give away a corner. From this came a volley that saw the ball slapped into the turf with a wallop but somehow balloon up and over the crossbar. A neat Old Boys one-two saw Stanway fire wide and it became more and more apparent that the home team were trying to win this one via on the deck manoeuvres rather than long ball hopefuls. Alas much ado about nothing followed as conditions started to play merry hell and frustrate both hard working units. It was a sticky patch but the next chance eventually came the HOB way when their efficient No 3 (Gareth Smith) played a beautiful ball to No 8 (Jamie Pattinson) who once again should have doubled his teams tally but again knocked off target. Silsden counterattacked when Everingham pounced on a through ball and was only just denied at the last by an ever alert netter.
The ref and liner now started to take some hefty flack as tempers rose and chances went astray and for me, the team who kept their heads and focus was surely the unit that was going to pinch this one and take the full 3 point prize. Silsden's No 8 (Joshua Eastwood) belted a fair shot in that the keeper did well to save and their No 6 (Mark Trueman) followed up soon after with a wild shot that maintained impetus but flew high into the heavens. Moments later Wademan had a punt and then a wild HOB back pass nearly gave the game away but the last man between the sticks did enough to temporarily halt the rising tide. Minutes later the gloved guardian saved again and we seemed destined to end this game as a split decision. Suddenly, in the last flagging seconds the Silsden No 6 (Mark Trueman) stepped up to assess a free-kick just outside the box. With mind made up he decided to crack for glory and glory he bloody well got with a peach of a shot that soared into the roof of the net and brought sheer delight to his teammates and their set of travelling fans. A pure Roy of the Rovers knock-out moment, one of those efforts that just can't be stopped and the celebratory beers after the match were surely being poured as, seconds later, the game came to a close. What a finish and what a kick in the gonads for a home team who had hung on mightily well. Man of the Match today was a tough call but I shall stick to the player who caught my eye and go for the Holker Old Boys No 3 (Gareth Smith) who was controlled at the rear, played some neat wing balls and who held a good discipline in a game that had many aspects to deal with - never easy!
FINAL THOUGHT - Rakesmoor is a fine ground and we thoroughly enjoyed our day out. The match was a real rough and tumble affair with the aforementioned conditions dictating many matters. For me Holker Old Boys are worthy of support as they are true underdogs battling many factors, the greatest of which is their out-on-a-limb location. Today they dug in and proved to be a decent unit who just need a touch of fortune to go their way and a few more heads need to make the effort and support a very worthy club. Silsden brought a rugged grit to the table today and could easily have given up on the game and settled for a battling draw. Their final efforts showed belief and a never-say-die determination and these are two assets that will serve them well for the next season and hopefully make them a force to reckon with. So, a good game on our wanders, cheap, cheerful and chirpy - grassroots and real - there is no other way!
Saturday 8 April 2017
LATE GATE GET THE SHARES WITH THE BEARS
8th April 2017 - Squires Gate 1 v 1 Congleton Town - A cracking morning was spent birding and butterflying around Marton Mere and nearby Stanley Park, it was a lovely do with the sun shining bright in azure skies and 5 early species of butterfly noted along with 30 + bird species and 27 Terrapins. A fine late lunch followed and an easy drive down to the ground where we devoured some grapes whilst listening to the radio. Into the ground and a lengthy sit in the sun with a cup of cha' and a chat with a local bod. The solar orb was still brilliant, the playing surface lush and even and we soaked up the rays and looked forward to a well matched encounter. 3pm came, the latch was lifted and The Gate and The Bears got stuck in to proceedings.
The opening patch of play was active with zest and sweat radiated and an early chance almost falling the way of the hosts when an uncertain back pass was nearly collared by an incoming attacker who was denied by the fresh mittman who mopped up any danger. The guests responded when their No 6 (Paul Bathgate) and No 10 (Callum Gardner) played a great one two that saw the former player just shoot wide - excellent move indeed. The Bears now pushed and after a long ball over the top was gathered a dubious decision on the far side of the pitch led to a long throw from Congleton's Bathgate who found a willing crust that tipped on and duly found the rising bonse of Congo's No 9 (Declan Fletcher). The ball was nutted and crossed the line and suddenly the first goal was notched up. The home fans weren't happy and as a midfield lull ensued the sizzling supporters has time to mull on their apparent misfortune. Squires Gate began to crawl back into the contest but it was the away team that threatened again when their goalscorer Fletcher dinked and dribbled in unorthodox fashion and fired low to make sure the keeper had to sprawl, save and keep his team within touching distance. As The Gate tried the long ball option, Congo tried to play on the deck, but both teams were squandering opportunities primarily down to a lack of killing accuracy and a certain calmness of thought.
The next opportunity came the Congleton way when their No 11 (Ryan Hibbert) was released and put in a 50/50 situation with the keeper. The striker was there first but the firm shot from an acute angle only found the side netting. Following this a long ball came and Fletcher tried a lob - it was appalling to say the least but the threat was still rising and Hibbert had another effort soon after, this one just curling wide. One way traffic indeed and Fletcher once again rattled a shot in but the keeper was solid and kept his net from rippling for a second time. As the half drew towards a close The Gate cultivated a renaissance with Charlie Waters having a couple of tame efforts but emitting a warning signal to the opponents that the game was far from dead and buried and despite being on the back foot, The Squires still had a shout! Would The Bears take heed? A last minute corner for SG was nutted forth and a clearance came but applause for the late flourish was given - game on. The ref blew, we were frazzling in the sun so after a cup of tea and a hot dog to the opposite side of the ground we went.
So to the second half and Congleton had a quick corner that caused mayhem in the box but which, in turn, led to a rapid counterattack that was, justifiably, called offside. A good bout of home side pressure came, a free kick should have produced something positive but all it did was lead to another breakaway that saw Scott Sephton of Congleton play a majestic through ball that was duly crossed and saw Fletcher steam in and smack the side netting. Great counterpunch indeed. Deja vu occurred moments later as The Squires had a free kick that resulted in another break with Fletcher at it again, shooting hard and making the keeper save and knock the ball against the post and behind. From the ensuing corner came a period of Congleton pressure that saw much perspiration and fluster but no immediate result. Squires Gate were holding their own here and when Tarren Moxon had a snap shot he was certainly most unfortunate not to find the much sought after target. A brace of Gate attacks were led by Charlie Waters who was trying his best to invigorate his side and work an opening but Congleton dug in deep and when Fletcher hoofed a shot forth, with a slight deflection had, it was only the quick witted keeper who stood his ground and kept this match competitive.
The Squires now pushed, Moxon again showing great pace but denied at the last. Congleton hit back, a cross ball was missed by all and could have ended up anywhere, fortunately for the home birds it ended up in the meat of the keepers carcass. 10 minutes left, some odd decisions by the referee brought uproar from the Gate bench. A penalty claim saw tonsils scorched and the blue language level reach a new zenith - it was all getting too much for some. Suddenly, with a minute left, Squires Gate tossed in a corner, a shot came and the upright was thumped. The ball was loose and another shot came, the sea of bodies parted, wallop - the equaliser was grabbed, the hard working Connor Smith got the fruits of his labour and was mobbed by his comrades. The tide had turned and we were up for a grand finale but the time had turned too and the whistle peeped after a few more kicks and we were done. A just finish to a game that saw the balance shift and both teams have a good crack of the whip. Man of the Match today goes to Congleton's No 9 (Declan Fletcher), an old fashioned centre forward who works hard, was a total handful throughout and was unlucky not to get more than one goal - a good rugged effort methinks.
FINAL THOUGHT - A great day out this and a grand ground visited. A really good set up that gave birth to a match that was hard fought, competitive and thoroughly justified in being a draw. I think next year both sides will flourish further as long as fortune shows good favour and a hard work ethic is had. Squires Gate have some good pace and one or two quality players that seem settled on the ball and liable to cultivate a chance from nothing as long as their comrades find space and offer options. Congleton Town are a good side who seem to just under-perform at times and trying to pinpoint why this is is no easy task. Luck and just that killer instinct are perhaps two causal agents but I think something is destined to click and a good run of form will be had - here's hoping. And that is that, a good day out at The Brian Addison Stadium for (the head calculates quickly) £19 - that's two people in, a programme, 3 cups of tea, a can of pop and a Hot-Dog - oh you Blackpool based buggers, what are ye waiting for?
The opening patch of play was active with zest and sweat radiated and an early chance almost falling the way of the hosts when an uncertain back pass was nearly collared by an incoming attacker who was denied by the fresh mittman who mopped up any danger. The guests responded when their No 6 (Paul Bathgate) and No 10 (Callum Gardner) played a great one two that saw the former player just shoot wide - excellent move indeed. The Bears now pushed and after a long ball over the top was gathered a dubious decision on the far side of the pitch led to a long throw from Congleton's Bathgate who found a willing crust that tipped on and duly found the rising bonse of Congo's No 9 (Declan Fletcher). The ball was nutted and crossed the line and suddenly the first goal was notched up. The home fans weren't happy and as a midfield lull ensued the sizzling supporters has time to mull on their apparent misfortune. Squires Gate began to crawl back into the contest but it was the away team that threatened again when their goalscorer Fletcher dinked and dribbled in unorthodox fashion and fired low to make sure the keeper had to sprawl, save and keep his team within touching distance. As The Gate tried the long ball option, Congo tried to play on the deck, but both teams were squandering opportunities primarily down to a lack of killing accuracy and a certain calmness of thought.
The next opportunity came the Congleton way when their No 11 (Ryan Hibbert) was released and put in a 50/50 situation with the keeper. The striker was there first but the firm shot from an acute angle only found the side netting. Following this a long ball came and Fletcher tried a lob - it was appalling to say the least but the threat was still rising and Hibbert had another effort soon after, this one just curling wide. One way traffic indeed and Fletcher once again rattled a shot in but the keeper was solid and kept his net from rippling for a second time. As the half drew towards a close The Gate cultivated a renaissance with Charlie Waters having a couple of tame efforts but emitting a warning signal to the opponents that the game was far from dead and buried and despite being on the back foot, The Squires still had a shout! Would The Bears take heed? A last minute corner for SG was nutted forth and a clearance came but applause for the late flourish was given - game on. The ref blew, we were frazzling in the sun so after a cup of tea and a hot dog to the opposite side of the ground we went.
So to the second half and Congleton had a quick corner that caused mayhem in the box but which, in turn, led to a rapid counterattack that was, justifiably, called offside. A good bout of home side pressure came, a free kick should have produced something positive but all it did was lead to another breakaway that saw Scott Sephton of Congleton play a majestic through ball that was duly crossed and saw Fletcher steam in and smack the side netting. Great counterpunch indeed. Deja vu occurred moments later as The Squires had a free kick that resulted in another break with Fletcher at it again, shooting hard and making the keeper save and knock the ball against the post and behind. From the ensuing corner came a period of Congleton pressure that saw much perspiration and fluster but no immediate result. Squires Gate were holding their own here and when Tarren Moxon had a snap shot he was certainly most unfortunate not to find the much sought after target. A brace of Gate attacks were led by Charlie Waters who was trying his best to invigorate his side and work an opening but Congleton dug in deep and when Fletcher hoofed a shot forth, with a slight deflection had, it was only the quick witted keeper who stood his ground and kept this match competitive.
The Squires now pushed, Moxon again showing great pace but denied at the last. Congleton hit back, a cross ball was missed by all and could have ended up anywhere, fortunately for the home birds it ended up in the meat of the keepers carcass. 10 minutes left, some odd decisions by the referee brought uproar from the Gate bench. A penalty claim saw tonsils scorched and the blue language level reach a new zenith - it was all getting too much for some. Suddenly, with a minute left, Squires Gate tossed in a corner, a shot came and the upright was thumped. The ball was loose and another shot came, the sea of bodies parted, wallop - the equaliser was grabbed, the hard working Connor Smith got the fruits of his labour and was mobbed by his comrades. The tide had turned and we were up for a grand finale but the time had turned too and the whistle peeped after a few more kicks and we were done. A just finish to a game that saw the balance shift and both teams have a good crack of the whip. Man of the Match today goes to Congleton's No 9 (Declan Fletcher), an old fashioned centre forward who works hard, was a total handful throughout and was unlucky not to get more than one goal - a good rugged effort methinks.
FINAL THOUGHT - A great day out this and a grand ground visited. A really good set up that gave birth to a match that was hard fought, competitive and thoroughly justified in being a draw. I think next year both sides will flourish further as long as fortune shows good favour and a hard work ethic is had. Squires Gate have some good pace and one or two quality players that seem settled on the ball and liable to cultivate a chance from nothing as long as their comrades find space and offer options. Congleton Town are a good side who seem to just under-perform at times and trying to pinpoint why this is is no easy task. Luck and just that killer instinct are perhaps two causal agents but I think something is destined to click and a good run of form will be had - here's hoping. And that is that, a good day out at The Brian Addison Stadium for (the head calculates quickly) £19 - that's two people in, a programme, 3 cups of tea, a can of pop and a Hot-Dog - oh you Blackpool based buggers, what are ye waiting for?
Wednesday 5 April 2017
CHILLY CRILLY SEES THE LIONS ROAR
4th April 2017 - Atherton LR 0 v 2 Stockport Town - Despite booking a provisional visit to this ground several times this season the watery Heaven's had leaked a little too often and denied us some footballing pleasure at ye olde Crilly Park. Fortunately, before the season ends, we had been granted a dry period and this Tuesday night fixture was duly noted in the diary. After a day at work and a quick tea, as well as identifying a few bugs from my walk home, me and my good lady set off and arrived at the ground in plenty of time. I considered a close game tonight but these latter end fixtures can throw up some darn queer results and I kept my betting money in my pocket. A chip barm and tea for both, a chat with a local face who's son plays in the nets for the visitors and then up to our pile-inducing seats in the chilled weather to watch the anticipated game.
The slopes of Crilly welcomed the two teams and the game began in enthusiastic earnest. The start was a matter of settling in with both teams frantic but ineffectual. Stockport were running the flanks, the Rovers were staying more central, the guests eventually started to press higher with a couple of crosses flung into the danger zone and a free kick won but producing no product. A bit of ball bother commenced (no, not due to tight shorts), and several replacements were tried, some oval, some lacking air, some actually round. Cripes, struggling for balls at a footy match, what next in the football world - Gordon Strachan claiming he knows something about management - surely not! Anyway the game eventually continued, an injury came for the Stockport No 4 (Liam Bennion) after he stuck his head in a compromising position to connect with the ball but got nobbled for his troubles. Spiced tackles followed, more Stockport pressure resulted in much panic but both teams were lacking a calm head to take control. A couple of chances came for the Lions, one of which saw a bonse rise from a corner and make a good connection that forced the ALR keeper to produce a fine reaction save and keep things level.
The Lions pawed away, they were testing the Rover's resilience with the next chance coming via a long ball that was missed by a defensive noggin and allowed Jamie Hinchcliffe through but only to be denied by the impressive No 3 for ALR (Christian Grundy) who did just enough to stop a certain goal. Up the other end and some fine link up play saw the ball go in the box and Beck Murray find the ball at his feet. A shot was attempted and scuffed but moments later the Rovers were at it again when their No 8 (David Moore) robbed a defender and put in a shot but alas the angle was tight and the keeper blocked with ease. ALR's No 11 chanced his foot next but the ball swung low and wide and one wondered if these missed chances would be rued later on in the game. Stockport responded, their No 9 (Aaron Dwyer) was through but as the ball was trapped he not only duped the defense but fooled himself also. Moments later the same bod was through but the cheeky chip was poorly executed and we all awaited the opening goal as the temperatures up in the stand seemed to plummet. Back and forth we went, both units working hard and with an ALR free kick one of the few rare shots that was actually on target. Before the half came to a close the home teams Theodore Kidd thumped one forth but again missed the net and McConnell for the visitors cracked one toward goal but the netman saved with ease. The ref blew - we were drawing a blank folks.
Tea and chocolate and a chinwag, the air was icy, who was that daft bugger in shorts - I bet his todger was something akin to a acorn and serve him ruddy right! Watch out for the Jays man!
Half two - Stockport playing downhill - Atherton needed crampons - would this be decisive? It was a hectic start with many pistons pumping and working up a good lather. A through ball from ALR led to Stockport's No 1 going on a short excursion to make a clearance which I am sure led to a few home fans having their tickers in their gullets. The match started to become fresh and frisky (a bit like Albert Steptoe after a bath) and a balance was had. The equilibrium though was nearly tilted ALR's way as their No 9 (Theodore Kidd) forced his way through, into the box and then let fly. The ball was thudded hard but sliced across the goal face and went behind for a goal kick. Back down the opposite end of the pitch and the recently introduced Stockport sub (Ben Halfacre) had the ball at his tootsies. He prepared to shoot, the ball bobbled, he resettled and connected - 1 - 0 to The Town, the fuse was lit. Atherton now worked hard and Stockport's recent strike hero was being a real problematic element that needed constant attention, proof of which came when he had another dig that the keeper had to parry which in turn led to a follow up thumped over. A wise substitute came next for the visitors followed by a free kick that was nutted against the bar but Jamie Hinchcliffe was waiting for the loose ball and duly tapped in. 2-0 - it was now a definite uphill struggle for the hosts.
A minor lull came, the Rovers were trying but just having no fortune and being slightly outpaced in many areas. On the 82nd minute The Lion's Ben Connolly tried to lob the keeper but it was a tame effort and easily dealt with and shortly after Halfacre walloped a volley forth but the mittmanm somehow scooped over. The high endeavour continued from both teams, the minutes ran out and as the final call rung from the ref's whistle thoughts were indeed mixed. Good on Stockport Town for the persistence, a shame for Atherton Laburnum Rovers for the consistent ill fortune. Man of the Match tonight was close, in fact so close I will mention two stand-out players if you don't mind. For Stockport (Ezequiel Miranda) ran his globes into the ground and made sure his markers earned a ruddy good crust. He even did some defensive work and did that mighty well - I can't fault it. For Atherton Laburnum Road (Christian Grundy) was outstanding and looked as solid as a rock and highly disciplined in his chosen role - he is one who deserved more from the nights proceedings but will be a major asset to his team in future games and hopefully propel them onto better things.
FINAL THOUGHT - Stockport are a sturdy side and if they keep their discipline and make sure heads are held high then next season I reckon they will be in the hunt for certain promotion. Atherton LR are better than their position reflects and I reckon playing on a sloping pitch that is unkind to the ball is perhaps not doing their confidence any favours and not helping them get their just desserts. I noted many good players in their squad and a good 'head down' desire to work the full 90 minutes - surely an upswing is due and the squad will get a few breaks here and there. A good jaunt this to Crilly Park, a ground with character and a welcoming ambience. We shall be back, hopefully next time with a bit of sun on our backs and the ALR brigade victorious.
The slopes of Crilly welcomed the two teams and the game began in enthusiastic earnest. The start was a matter of settling in with both teams frantic but ineffectual. Stockport were running the flanks, the Rovers were staying more central, the guests eventually started to press higher with a couple of crosses flung into the danger zone and a free kick won but producing no product. A bit of ball bother commenced (no, not due to tight shorts), and several replacements were tried, some oval, some lacking air, some actually round. Cripes, struggling for balls at a footy match, what next in the football world - Gordon Strachan claiming he knows something about management - surely not! Anyway the game eventually continued, an injury came for the Stockport No 4 (Liam Bennion) after he stuck his head in a compromising position to connect with the ball but got nobbled for his troubles. Spiced tackles followed, more Stockport pressure resulted in much panic but both teams were lacking a calm head to take control. A couple of chances came for the Lions, one of which saw a bonse rise from a corner and make a good connection that forced the ALR keeper to produce a fine reaction save and keep things level.
The Lions pawed away, they were testing the Rover's resilience with the next chance coming via a long ball that was missed by a defensive noggin and allowed Jamie Hinchcliffe through but only to be denied by the impressive No 3 for ALR (Christian Grundy) who did just enough to stop a certain goal. Up the other end and some fine link up play saw the ball go in the box and Beck Murray find the ball at his feet. A shot was attempted and scuffed but moments later the Rovers were at it again when their No 8 (David Moore) robbed a defender and put in a shot but alas the angle was tight and the keeper blocked with ease. ALR's No 11 chanced his foot next but the ball swung low and wide and one wondered if these missed chances would be rued later on in the game. Stockport responded, their No 9 (Aaron Dwyer) was through but as the ball was trapped he not only duped the defense but fooled himself also. Moments later the same bod was through but the cheeky chip was poorly executed and we all awaited the opening goal as the temperatures up in the stand seemed to plummet. Back and forth we went, both units working hard and with an ALR free kick one of the few rare shots that was actually on target. Before the half came to a close the home teams Theodore Kidd thumped one forth but again missed the net and McConnell for the visitors cracked one toward goal but the netman saved with ease. The ref blew - we were drawing a blank folks.
Tea and chocolate and a chinwag, the air was icy, who was that daft bugger in shorts - I bet his todger was something akin to a acorn and serve him ruddy right! Watch out for the Jays man!
Half two - Stockport playing downhill - Atherton needed crampons - would this be decisive? It was a hectic start with many pistons pumping and working up a good lather. A through ball from ALR led to Stockport's No 1 going on a short excursion to make a clearance which I am sure led to a few home fans having their tickers in their gullets. The match started to become fresh and frisky (a bit like Albert Steptoe after a bath) and a balance was had. The equilibrium though was nearly tilted ALR's way as their No 9 (Theodore Kidd) forced his way through, into the box and then let fly. The ball was thudded hard but sliced across the goal face and went behind for a goal kick. Back down the opposite end of the pitch and the recently introduced Stockport sub (Ben Halfacre) had the ball at his tootsies. He prepared to shoot, the ball bobbled, he resettled and connected - 1 - 0 to The Town, the fuse was lit. Atherton now worked hard and Stockport's recent strike hero was being a real problematic element that needed constant attention, proof of which came when he had another dig that the keeper had to parry which in turn led to a follow up thumped over. A wise substitute came next for the visitors followed by a free kick that was nutted against the bar but Jamie Hinchcliffe was waiting for the loose ball and duly tapped in. 2-0 - it was now a definite uphill struggle for the hosts.
A minor lull came, the Rovers were trying but just having no fortune and being slightly outpaced in many areas. On the 82nd minute The Lion's Ben Connolly tried to lob the keeper but it was a tame effort and easily dealt with and shortly after Halfacre walloped a volley forth but the mittmanm somehow scooped over. The high endeavour continued from both teams, the minutes ran out and as the final call rung from the ref's whistle thoughts were indeed mixed. Good on Stockport Town for the persistence, a shame for Atherton Laburnum Rovers for the consistent ill fortune. Man of the Match tonight was close, in fact so close I will mention two stand-out players if you don't mind. For Stockport (Ezequiel Miranda) ran his globes into the ground and made sure his markers earned a ruddy good crust. He even did some defensive work and did that mighty well - I can't fault it. For Atherton Laburnum Road (Christian Grundy) was outstanding and looked as solid as a rock and highly disciplined in his chosen role - he is one who deserved more from the nights proceedings but will be a major asset to his team in future games and hopefully propel them onto better things.
FINAL THOUGHT - Stockport are a sturdy side and if they keep their discipline and make sure heads are held high then next season I reckon they will be in the hunt for certain promotion. Atherton LR are better than their position reflects and I reckon playing on a sloping pitch that is unkind to the ball is perhaps not doing their confidence any favours and not helping them get their just desserts. I noted many good players in their squad and a good 'head down' desire to work the full 90 minutes - surely an upswing is due and the squad will get a few breaks here and there. A good jaunt this to Crilly Park, a ground with character and a welcoming ambience. We shall be back, hopefully next time with a bit of sun on our backs and the ALR brigade victorious.
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