1st April 2017 - Congleton Town 0 v 1 Ashton Athletic - Frustration was the key emotion today with the April showers piddling on plans, the home phone on the blink, my website package not loading and a strain in my groin and hip giving me untold gyp. Add to this the previous night's football excursion, which saw the match abandoned halfway through and the forthcoming evening's gig having several pull-outs and minor niggles then I think my nipples were fully justified in becoming a trifle narked. Oh and before I forget I was due to be a so-called glamorous assistant to the magician known as Dangerous Dave, an act I had bunged on the planned noise fiasco as a DIY experiment and, as per, to keep all angles moving. Anyhoo, me and my good lady cracked on, seeing that the planned match was rained off we decided on a trip down the Congo as I had informed her what a good day out it is and what grand chips they provide (tis all about the art of persuasion you know). We arrived in good time via a ska-assisted journey and after a jaunt into town hit the ground and purchased the chips and the tea and chose our viewing position. Despite a flatulent man in the food queue allowing the rectum to rumble our appetites remained unfazed and the chips and tea were spot on. In fact we nearly dozed off in a satisfied slumber before a ball had been kicked which would have been quite embarrassing to say the least. Chits and chats with a few good folk and the teams came out into the clement climes - the game then began in earnest.
First promise was shown by the Congo Crew after their physical No 9 (Declan Fletcher) forced room, passed and watched his colleague unload but strike his player instead of the net. Ashton reacted and won a corner that led to a shot being cracked wide which was paid back with the Town having their own corner which saw the crust of Callum Jones connect and the keeper produced a ruddy good save. Alas for the home bods Ashton now began to gain territory with several balls lobbed into the box but not latched onto. Responses came via the odd foray forth but this was a tight match and glimpses of goal were a rare commodity. A break for Ashton saw a cross ball run across the face of the goal but attackers were absent and the score sheet stayed bare. A lull manifested itself but Congleton's Fletcher rattled in a wild shot and kept the oppositions defence honest. Ashton's No 11 looked a persistent menace and operated along the flanks with troublesome ease and after he let loose with a fine cross it was a disappointment to see there were no takers of the offer.
A sub for the Bears, The Sweeney were called for (I'll have that slag Jack Regan) and immediately a couple of chances came at either end and passed by in the blinking of a bloodshot eye - we needed a sizzler to smash the stalemate. Suddenly, after some patient and accurate build-up play by Ashton, Congleton seemed to become semi-paralysed and stood off and allowed the ball to creep further and further forth. Ashton's Paul Watson had sniffed an opportunity and as soon as the ball was at his feet he slammed home with authority and got the Athletic a well-deserved lead. The Ashes were now glowing and a swift follow up attack was had with a great looping cross dropping at the feet of their No 8 who, only 4 feet out, slammed the ball wide, much to his consternation. The Bears fought back at the latter end of the half but a certain cohesion was lacking and thoughts of an equalising strike seemed a fantastical dream. The ref blew, my kind lady got in the brews and the frustrated home fans welcomed the respite.
Tea and a natter and hopes for something better in the following period of play.
The second half saw Congleton start with more zest but Ashton were a well-drilled unit at the back and displayed a distinct unity and awareness. Good desire was shown by the home teams No 6 (Richard Bailey) who helped keep the tide just turning and allow his team to push a little further forward. Congo's No 3 (Lee Jackson) delivered a brace of early crosses with no end result but things were looking rosier than they did in the first 45. Congleton's closest effort came soon after when Jackson swung in a tasty free-kick and Scott Sephton rose to tup goalward and if it wasn't for a quality save from the opposing No 1 we would have been all square and had a battle on our eager mitts. Another fast charge for the home squad saw their No 6 exhibit great urgency and find his No 9 (Fletcher) who was unceremoniously bungled to the floor inside the box and awaited a penalty decision. Nothing doing and when Ashton's No 11 (Marcus Cusani) pilfered the ball at the other end and shot low it was Congo's netter who did the business and stopped much salt being rubbed in a recently opened wound. Minutes later and The Bears found the net, at ruddy last. Ryan Hibbert rippled the mesh but a push was ruled and a booking instead of a great cheer was given - it was just being one of those days.
The game was heading into the final stretch and Ashton were stifling their opponents and being stubbornly organised. Despite this, Congleton's Lee Jackson found time and space to put in some good work and send in another cross that Ryan Hibbert nutted over. Another cross came, this time Jackson was the recipient but his volley went straight at the goalie who collected the ball right in the meat of his body. Moments later Jackson was through again and really should have shot on sight but dawdled and chose to pass and the chance was most definitely lost. It was Bear fever now, but Ashton stayed cool and kept the threat suppressed and in truth the visitors were unlucky not to double their lead after some lax defending allowed the substitute to have a sneak at goal but alas misfire. The game wound down, Congleton were frantic but out of sync and when the referee blew one couldn't argue with the outcome. Man of the Match today, Ashton Athletics No 7 (Daniel Regan) who quietly but confidently got on with the game, had a discipline about him and a sagacious reading of the game that relieved much pressure - a definite asset to his squad.
FINAL THOUGHT - Congleton is one of the nicest grounds you can visit with the best chips and just a good all round atmosphere. The team deserve mention as their attitude on the pitch is highly commendable and they play the game in a good manner with a good rapport with their fans (always crucial). They are out of sorts at the moment, these things happen but they have an attitude that will get them through this sticky patch and onto better things. Ashton Athletic are tighter than a wasp's jockstrap and don't seem to give too much away. I thought they were very solid today and surely only a bit of tweaking here and there, and perhaps an injection of pace somewhere, will propel them into greener pastures. Overall the game wasn't classic but it brought much to ponder and at a ground I am growing increasingly fond of!
Sunday, 2 April 2017
Saturday, 1 April 2017
DERBY DAY DEFLATION
31st March 2017 - Maine Road 1 v 0 West Didsbury & Chorlton (match abandoned) - The working week was done, I had been a busy bee this week pollinating many tasks and bringing to seed many loose ends. Several CD reviews had been finalised too, the wildlife records brought up-to-date and the forthcoming diary was crammed and more or less organised. The game tonight was a mouth-watering prospect and after seeing both units in action earlier in the week it was a difficult one to call. One team bring to the pitch a relentless industry and a good team unity whilst the other brings good organisation and a certain solidity that, if concentration is maintained, is very hard to break down. I took up my position, had a read of my latest book on the go (tis good for the head tha' knows) and prepared for 90 minutes of entertainment. And so, to the meat of the matter, tonight's game, here are my Fungalised thoughts.
The shrill whistle cut the night air, the onlookers were activated into interest, the 22 bods on the green set about their labour. It was a quiet start with most of the play taking place in the home birds half as the guests prodded and poked but found little joy. Maine Road did get an early break, won a free-kick that was whipped in that failed to find a tootsie but did send out ominous signals. The tepid start was eventually inflamed when a robust collision flared a few tempers and a bra swinging bout ensued, no nipples were twisted though and only 1 booking followed. The game needed this coming together though, a spark was lacking and equilibrium was dictating the flow. Despite this minor kerfuffle the game struggled to achieve momentum and even a penalty shout resulted in a booking for the diver (what a Tinker) which kind of reflected the desperation to get a sniff of goal.
The first moment of drama came when a Maine Road error at the back allowed WDC's No 10 (Matty Kay) to try an outrageous and somewhat speculative lob that seemed to have no chance of raising a roar of glory but by heck it did come mighty close. Seconds later the visitors should have snatched the lead when a golden opportunity shone bright but alas dazzled the striker who let the chance go begging. Road were piqued by this it seemed and were soon back at the high work rate they do so well and won another free kick that bore no fruit but gave significant hope. The next shots came West Didsbury's way when their No 11 (Nicolaos Evangelinos) fired wide after the ball bobbled and then turned on a 10 bob bit, released, but only found the awaiting keepers chest. The game now, like that Frankensteinian monster, became alive, and it was straight up the other end we went when a stunning break found a striker who had only the netter to beat but somehow dragged the shot wide. Road though came again and Matthew Morgan worked and weaved inward from the touchline before unleashing a shot that had pace but lacked accuracy and dipped a little too late to find the net - good effort nonetheless. An insane booking for Road's No 11 saw a free kick given against his team which turned into a counter attack which saw Road's No 10 given another prize opportunity but again the shot was wide of the target. Oh man, chances come, chances go, will this be a goalless affair?
Road now pushed with persistance and a ball was chucked into the box, the goalkeeper was impeded by a defender and only half punched, the ball dropped at the feet of Matthew Morgan who saw an empty net and slapped in with sanguinity - good finish sir! A spark to a tinder box and as half time came everything was set up for a good finish.
Half time, a piddle, a Twix and a titter at the attack of the two-foot terrors from West Didsbury and Chorlton who took to the pitch and had a good kick about that injected some fine atmosphere.
To the second half and both teams displayed high energy with Maine Road having another swift sortie forward only to be nabbed offside at the last breath, Road's No 6 hobbled off and hindered flow and the game started to deflate quicker than one of Arthur Mullards Blow Up Dolls (so I believe) and although both teams huffed and puffed (yes, like the aforementioned Mullard whilst locked away with his doll) the referee's perpetual peeping was keeping this a frustrating affair (another Mullard reference could be used here but I leave it to your own imagination). A throw in took an age and when nothing came of it one could sense an overall bewilderment with proceedings. As Road eventually found space to break another tackle ensued, it seemed innocuous but when the player stayed down things looked mighty serious. Time ticked, no ball was kicked and news was had that an ambulance was needed. The player was attended to, apparently his arm was buggered and as the night drew on it seemed the match may be called to a halt. Some fans waited, some fans left, I chatted with a fine gent about the possible outcome and then made my way outside to finally hear the whistle that signaled the end. That was that and everyone left on something of a downer. I'll still pick a Man of the Match tonight and opt for Maine Road's No 11 (Jamie Roe) who tackled like a tyrant, ran like a robber on steroids and provided a quality service like Jeeves to Bertie Wooster - a very eye-catching stint.
FINAL THOUGHT - Only one thought can come at the end of this match and that is to wish the injured player Rick Williams all the best and the sooner he his back dashing about the pitch the better. Injuries are part and parcel of football and perhaps everyone involved should be more than grateful to stay fit and healthy and be part of such a glorious game. We sometimes take things for granted and in truth we shouldn't - football is a great escape from the lunacy of life and is a game to keep the noggin enthused - it is there for all to enjoy and there for all to support each other. So chin up Mr Williams, you will be back soon enough and when you kick that first ball, make that first tackle, grab that first goal make sure you bloody well appreciate it and revel in the moment!
The shrill whistle cut the night air, the onlookers were activated into interest, the 22 bods on the green set about their labour. It was a quiet start with most of the play taking place in the home birds half as the guests prodded and poked but found little joy. Maine Road did get an early break, won a free-kick that was whipped in that failed to find a tootsie but did send out ominous signals. The tepid start was eventually inflamed when a robust collision flared a few tempers and a bra swinging bout ensued, no nipples were twisted though and only 1 booking followed. The game needed this coming together though, a spark was lacking and equilibrium was dictating the flow. Despite this minor kerfuffle the game struggled to achieve momentum and even a penalty shout resulted in a booking for the diver (what a Tinker) which kind of reflected the desperation to get a sniff of goal.
The first moment of drama came when a Maine Road error at the back allowed WDC's No 10 (Matty Kay) to try an outrageous and somewhat speculative lob that seemed to have no chance of raising a roar of glory but by heck it did come mighty close. Seconds later the visitors should have snatched the lead when a golden opportunity shone bright but alas dazzled the striker who let the chance go begging. Road were piqued by this it seemed and were soon back at the high work rate they do so well and won another free kick that bore no fruit but gave significant hope. The next shots came West Didsbury's way when their No 11 (Nicolaos Evangelinos) fired wide after the ball bobbled and then turned on a 10 bob bit, released, but only found the awaiting keepers chest. The game now, like that Frankensteinian monster, became alive, and it was straight up the other end we went when a stunning break found a striker who had only the netter to beat but somehow dragged the shot wide. Road though came again and Matthew Morgan worked and weaved inward from the touchline before unleashing a shot that had pace but lacked accuracy and dipped a little too late to find the net - good effort nonetheless. An insane booking for Road's No 11 saw a free kick given against his team which turned into a counter attack which saw Road's No 10 given another prize opportunity but again the shot was wide of the target. Oh man, chances come, chances go, will this be a goalless affair?
Road now pushed with persistance and a ball was chucked into the box, the goalkeeper was impeded by a defender and only half punched, the ball dropped at the feet of Matthew Morgan who saw an empty net and slapped in with sanguinity - good finish sir! A spark to a tinder box and as half time came everything was set up for a good finish.
Half time, a piddle, a Twix and a titter at the attack of the two-foot terrors from West Didsbury and Chorlton who took to the pitch and had a good kick about that injected some fine atmosphere.
To the second half and both teams displayed high energy with Maine Road having another swift sortie forward only to be nabbed offside at the last breath, Road's No 6 hobbled off and hindered flow and the game started to deflate quicker than one of Arthur Mullards Blow Up Dolls (so I believe) and although both teams huffed and puffed (yes, like the aforementioned Mullard whilst locked away with his doll) the referee's perpetual peeping was keeping this a frustrating affair (another Mullard reference could be used here but I leave it to your own imagination). A throw in took an age and when nothing came of it one could sense an overall bewilderment with proceedings. As Road eventually found space to break another tackle ensued, it seemed innocuous but when the player stayed down things looked mighty serious. Time ticked, no ball was kicked and news was had that an ambulance was needed. The player was attended to, apparently his arm was buggered and as the night drew on it seemed the match may be called to a halt. Some fans waited, some fans left, I chatted with a fine gent about the possible outcome and then made my way outside to finally hear the whistle that signaled the end. That was that and everyone left on something of a downer. I'll still pick a Man of the Match tonight and opt for Maine Road's No 11 (Jamie Roe) who tackled like a tyrant, ran like a robber on steroids and provided a quality service like Jeeves to Bertie Wooster - a very eye-catching stint.
FINAL THOUGHT - Only one thought can come at the end of this match and that is to wish the injured player Rick Williams all the best and the sooner he his back dashing about the pitch the better. Injuries are part and parcel of football and perhaps everyone involved should be more than grateful to stay fit and healthy and be part of such a glorious game. We sometimes take things for granted and in truth we shouldn't - football is a great escape from the lunacy of life and is a game to keep the noggin enthused - it is there for all to enjoy and there for all to support each other. So chin up Mr Williams, you will be back soon enough and when you kick that first ball, make that first tackle, grab that first goal make sure you bloody well appreciate it and revel in the moment!
Wednesday, 29 March 2017
TWO SIDES TO EVERY STORY
28th March 2017 - West Didsbury & Chorlton 3 v 3 Barnoldswick Town FC - Back to work today after 5 days roaming, one mustn't grumble but one invariably does - what a ruddy greedy and cantankerous git I am! Fortunately I had a footballing treat last night and another tonight plus a bonus ball of a local derby on Friday - excellent indeed. So, after a walk home, some chores, a read of a very unsettling short story called 'The Claygo Worm', some chatter and tea with the lovely lasses I did a bit of website work and got my rear in gear for a trip to the spacious realms of The Recreation Ground. The recent sunny weather was set to turn damp and I cursed the fact that I may be in for a moistening as I watched play unfold. Fortune though as seen my bonse evolve into an all-weather surface and come rain or shine the barnet (well bristles is perhaps closer to the mark) holds up well. I came, I saw, I scribbled - this is a tale of some Tuesday night tussling.
The sphere spun, the shanks peddled, the onlookers peepers were peeled and expectant. 2 early sub-chances came with the home bods flashing a low ball across the goalmouth and the guests chucking in a cross that was nearly volleyed but alas missed completely. As the match moved on with increasing pace the greased surface only helped in zipping up the tempo with both teams eager to play on the deck and worm out an opportunity to gain glory. No sooner had I contemplated the set up of both units than the West Didsbury dudes formulated some neat interplay in and around the box and when Joe Shaw ended up with the ball at his tootsies he stayed mighty calm, paused and poked and gave his team the early lead. On the WDC army came, their No 2 was an early threat and made some good weaving advances one of which allowed his colleague to win a corner and add more pressure. Nothing came of the boot in but the visitors needed to stay on guard. Next excitement came courtesy of the whirling feet of WDC's No 11 (Nicolaos Evangelinos) who neatly manoeuvred with keen effort and provided a cutting ball that just fell shy of his comrade who would have been in one prime position to score. The threat was now ascending. Minutes later the same player kept an almost lost ball in on the line, helped create a position that saw the Barnsoldswick keeper leave his line and yet somehow just manage to save an incoming shot and keep things as they were - ooh that crabby devil.
The men in black and white continued to thrust and suddenly a free kick was won, swung in with ease and the bonse of that persistent Evangelinos glanced up and the lead was duly doubled. 4 minutes later and the third goal was sunk, this time via the feet of Nia Bayunu, and well deserved it was. The home team were on fire tonight and as I scribbled notes on dampened paper Saul Henderson was through and forcing the mittman to make another save and keep things within reach for the guests. West Didsbury came in waves, all the squad from the Silentnight Stadium could do was hope for a fortunate escape route. As the Barlick Boys pushed their hosts broke again when a stunning through ball saw Henderson shoot with power but was ultimately unlucky to find the outside of the post. Despite the way of the tide Barlick showed good spirit and started to win more territory but it didn't last long before the WDC chaps quelled any raising hopes and flat-lined their opponents passion. The Town did manage one late flourish with a shot blocked and a free kick saved but the ref blew soon after and it was time for all to regroup.
A wander for a Gypsy's kiss and back on the touchline for a welcome Twix. My thoughts were that this match wasn't over and I suggested to one nearby bod that despite WDC being 3-0 up I thought it wasn't a true reflection of what I had witnessed. Something in the gut told me Barnoldswick were not too far off the pace.
The second half was started with the Barlick-eers in sprightly form with Zak Dale on the flank working well and getting a cross in that No 8 (Jake Lloyd) should have buried, Seconds later Dale was at it again with a tame shot that didn't trouble the netter but did raise levels of confidence and...promise. The hosts gradually grew into the half after a sluggish start with Henderson firing low and hard and indicating his team were still on the prowl for more goals. Barnoldswick though were now a different proposition, and after some confusion in their opponent's box their No 4 (Matthew Cavanagh) was allowed two bites of a dangling cherry, the second of which saw the ball whacked forth and forcing the keeper to save. Back up the other end the Barnoldswick keeper had to mirror his counterpart and block a thumping shot to keep the scoreline down to 3 - it proved a decisive moment.
With animation levels at level 'high', the ball boomed back and forth and when the home squad's latest acquisition (Joshua Tinker) missed a through ball and then chased back and committed an in-box sin a penalty was given and the game took on a whole new slant. Up stepped Andrew Hill on the 63rd minute and slapped the ball low in the corner and gave a new lease of life to a rejuvenated squad. Discomforting ripples now appeared in the WDC ranks, and when Barlick's frisky Zak Dale broke and only had the keeper to beat, he was unlucky to see the ball saved at the last and leave him a trifled frustrated. The flow though had turned, top marks to the boys in blue for forcing the issue, and West Didsbury were surely wishing that they had King Canute on the bench to make an appearance and attempt to stop the ever rising tide. Shots kept coming and then a move to savour was executed with pacey aplomb and Gareth Hargreaves slammed home the goal of the night and threw the end result right back in to the lucky bag. The visitors now pushed higher, they were prone to a break, it was one almighty touch and go affair with the home players now out of their comfort zone. Barlick came again, a great cross and a defender nutted the wrong way - just over, phew. The corner came, a wild shot was sent over but the BOW's were probing and after winning another corner, suddenly Aaron Hollindrake had made contact and found the back of the net - goal, goal, goal - this one was a classic and we were all square with only 5 minutes on the clock. These last minutes were hectic, a grandstand finish as both teams looked to grab a winner and as time stood still and the last combative fling seemed to never end eventually it did so and both teams left the pitch to warm applause and with honours justly even. Many good performances were witnessed tonight but the Man of the Match for me was West Didsbury and Chorlton's No 11 (Nicolaos Evangelinos), a player who showed some good skill, a high work ethic and even grabbed a goal. A consistent player who needs constant attention and drags opponents this way and that and thus creates space for his comrades - a neat stint again.
FINAL THOUGHT - What a match, what value, what spirit! West Didsbury were on fire for the first 45 minutes but that fire was doused by gushing waters of undeniable Barlick belief that turned this game around and made for one absorbing spectacle. One of the best games of a long season for me, that is the joy though of being a neutral and yet it was apparent that tonight one set of fans went home frustrated whilst the others journeyed back on a spirited high - such is the state of this fascinating soccer realm. Good on the teams tonight for playing the game in a good spirit and contributing to a free-flowing match - here's to many, many more. Right back to the punk pit for me, Oi ruddy Oi!
The sphere spun, the shanks peddled, the onlookers peepers were peeled and expectant. 2 early sub-chances came with the home bods flashing a low ball across the goalmouth and the guests chucking in a cross that was nearly volleyed but alas missed completely. As the match moved on with increasing pace the greased surface only helped in zipping up the tempo with both teams eager to play on the deck and worm out an opportunity to gain glory. No sooner had I contemplated the set up of both units than the West Didsbury dudes formulated some neat interplay in and around the box and when Joe Shaw ended up with the ball at his tootsies he stayed mighty calm, paused and poked and gave his team the early lead. On the WDC army came, their No 2 was an early threat and made some good weaving advances one of which allowed his colleague to win a corner and add more pressure. Nothing came of the boot in but the visitors needed to stay on guard. Next excitement came courtesy of the whirling feet of WDC's No 11 (Nicolaos Evangelinos) who neatly manoeuvred with keen effort and provided a cutting ball that just fell shy of his comrade who would have been in one prime position to score. The threat was now ascending. Minutes later the same player kept an almost lost ball in on the line, helped create a position that saw the Barnsoldswick keeper leave his line and yet somehow just manage to save an incoming shot and keep things as they were - ooh that crabby devil.
The men in black and white continued to thrust and suddenly a free kick was won, swung in with ease and the bonse of that persistent Evangelinos glanced up and the lead was duly doubled. 4 minutes later and the third goal was sunk, this time via the feet of Nia Bayunu, and well deserved it was. The home team were on fire tonight and as I scribbled notes on dampened paper Saul Henderson was through and forcing the mittman to make another save and keep things within reach for the guests. West Didsbury came in waves, all the squad from the Silentnight Stadium could do was hope for a fortunate escape route. As the Barlick Boys pushed their hosts broke again when a stunning through ball saw Henderson shoot with power but was ultimately unlucky to find the outside of the post. Despite the way of the tide Barlick showed good spirit and started to win more territory but it didn't last long before the WDC chaps quelled any raising hopes and flat-lined their opponents passion. The Town did manage one late flourish with a shot blocked and a free kick saved but the ref blew soon after and it was time for all to regroup.
A wander for a Gypsy's kiss and back on the touchline for a welcome Twix. My thoughts were that this match wasn't over and I suggested to one nearby bod that despite WDC being 3-0 up I thought it wasn't a true reflection of what I had witnessed. Something in the gut told me Barnoldswick were not too far off the pace.
The second half was started with the Barlick-eers in sprightly form with Zak Dale on the flank working well and getting a cross in that No 8 (Jake Lloyd) should have buried, Seconds later Dale was at it again with a tame shot that didn't trouble the netter but did raise levels of confidence and...promise. The hosts gradually grew into the half after a sluggish start with Henderson firing low and hard and indicating his team were still on the prowl for more goals. Barnoldswick though were now a different proposition, and after some confusion in their opponent's box their No 4 (Matthew Cavanagh) was allowed two bites of a dangling cherry, the second of which saw the ball whacked forth and forcing the keeper to save. Back up the other end the Barnoldswick keeper had to mirror his counterpart and block a thumping shot to keep the scoreline down to 3 - it proved a decisive moment.
With animation levels at level 'high', the ball boomed back and forth and when the home squad's latest acquisition (Joshua Tinker) missed a through ball and then chased back and committed an in-box sin a penalty was given and the game took on a whole new slant. Up stepped Andrew Hill on the 63rd minute and slapped the ball low in the corner and gave a new lease of life to a rejuvenated squad. Discomforting ripples now appeared in the WDC ranks, and when Barlick's frisky Zak Dale broke and only had the keeper to beat, he was unlucky to see the ball saved at the last and leave him a trifled frustrated. The flow though had turned, top marks to the boys in blue for forcing the issue, and West Didsbury were surely wishing that they had King Canute on the bench to make an appearance and attempt to stop the ever rising tide. Shots kept coming and then a move to savour was executed with pacey aplomb and Gareth Hargreaves slammed home the goal of the night and threw the end result right back in to the lucky bag. The visitors now pushed higher, they were prone to a break, it was one almighty touch and go affair with the home players now out of their comfort zone. Barlick came again, a great cross and a defender nutted the wrong way - just over, phew. The corner came, a wild shot was sent over but the BOW's were probing and after winning another corner, suddenly Aaron Hollindrake had made contact and found the back of the net - goal, goal, goal - this one was a classic and we were all square with only 5 minutes on the clock. These last minutes were hectic, a grandstand finish as both teams looked to grab a winner and as time stood still and the last combative fling seemed to never end eventually it did so and both teams left the pitch to warm applause and with honours justly even. Many good performances were witnessed tonight but the Man of the Match for me was West Didsbury and Chorlton's No 11 (Nicolaos Evangelinos), a player who showed some good skill, a high work ethic and even grabbed a goal. A consistent player who needs constant attention and drags opponents this way and that and thus creates space for his comrades - a neat stint again.
FINAL THOUGHT - What a match, what value, what spirit! West Didsbury were on fire for the first 45 minutes but that fire was doused by gushing waters of undeniable Barlick belief that turned this game around and made for one absorbing spectacle. One of the best games of a long season for me, that is the joy though of being a neutral and yet it was apparent that tonight one set of fans went home frustrated whilst the others journeyed back on a spirited high - such is the state of this fascinating soccer realm. Good on the teams tonight for playing the game in a good spirit and contributing to a free-flowing match - here's to many, many more. Right back to the punk pit for me, Oi ruddy Oi!
Tuesday, 28 March 2017
PERSISTENCE, PRESSURE AND PASSION
27th March 2017 - Maine Road 2 v 0 Padiham FC - The weather has been glorious and after a morns mooching in the undergrowth and a catch up with numerous tasks in the afternoon I was pleasantly anticipating another visit to this local-ish ground to watch two teams still do battle as the seasons end is nigh. Padiham seemed to have the edge as far as league standings go but Maine Road are never a push over and when 'on form' are a match for almost anyone. My brass was on a good scoring draw but like I always say, you have to be a real fruitloop to bet on any form of football with any confidence. It is a capricious game with each result dependent on many factors as well as the well-manicured but uncertain hands of Lady Luck - she is a right freaky babe don't ya know. So, after a cuppa and a catch up with my punk peddling comrade, positions were taken and this is what unfolded.
Initial impressions of the game were of an home team looking industrious and persistent whilst the away team were well drilled and seeking to play with patience. Action took place primarily in the midfield with both units looking to play the ball and carve the first real chance. With 12 minutes on the clock and Padiham just starting to impose themselves it was their opponents who struck first when a through ball from nowhere ended up at the feet of Connor Hughes who did what he had to do and notched up the first goal of a game that would prove to be quite frugal with the net-ripplers. The blues now scampered and hurried with greater thirst, Padiham tried to settle yet had to watch their backs at all times to avoid another defense splitting move. As the Storks began to peck and apply themselves The Road began to backpedal and one particular cross from the visitors swung in with spite and stung the bar with the rebound falling at the feet of their lofty No 9, who in truth should have buried the ball, but instead wasted the golden chance. From this onslaught Road reacted and a breakaway saw one particular shot fly low and force the oppositions keeper to drop low, smother and make sure his team didn't go 2 down and almost beyond hope.
Padiham kept on forcing the issue with many noticeable cross balls played in but with the Blues back pack resolute and watertight and not willing to give one darn inch. The discipline in the home teams ranks was admirable as was their work ethic and even though Padiham kept good patience and built with care one couldn't see how they would make any possible breakthrough. A shot was cracked in but flew wide of the mark and a corner found a bonse but once again the target was missed. The visitors looked ripe and ready to bear fruit and as tasty tackles came, determination levels rose from both units one expected something out of the blue to banish the balance. Padiham had one last attack late on in the half and won a corner which was lofted in only to find the mitts of the keeper who clung on, released and eased any pressure. There was no time for anymore action and as the ref peeped (dirty devil) me and my comrade chewed the cud over a cup of cha (or Bovril in my mates case, the nasty sod).
And breathe...
The second half came, Maine Road started to work the flanks, Padiham stayed more central - it was a chess match that was surely going to need a killer stroke to find another goal. A controversial foul given the way of Padiham resulted in a Maine Road breakaway which kind of summed up the difference between the two sides tonight - Maine Road just wanted it more and worked with far more zest. This blatant desire was making for an intriguing affair and a certain friskiness was creeping into the game that resulted in several tasty tackles and a few necessary bookings. As tension rose Padiham had more possession but all the while Maine Road remained comfortable and if a few more crosses had perhaps a bit more conviction further goals may have occurred. The blustering busy approach of the home dudes nearly bore glory when the pressure applied forced the guests to resort to a back pass which, tricked pass the keeper, approached the goal but, also trickled wide of the upright - oh ye lucky buggers. As the half advanced chances became a rare commodity when Maine Road substituted their No 9 (who I thought was man of the match up to that point) a charge was perhaps in the offing. Moments later a Road cross flashed into the box and a shot followed that promised much but was caught all wrong. Padiham dug deeper, they were desperate to get back in this one but out of the blue the ball ended up at the feet of Road's Matthew Morgan who curled one home (excuse the toilet-based suggestion) and killed the game on its aching feet. Great finish for sure!
A triple sub by Padiham was a last chuck of the dice and a goalkeeping sub by Maine Road raised a few eyebrows but made no difference to the overall scenario. A tasty tackle late on brought uproar and some cruddy exchanges that really do need looking into. I could dwell on these here but I refuse to be distracted from a good game and a good Maine Road performance - so suck on that you ever-ravenous gossip mongers. As the heat rose the ref called things to a halt and still the unnecessary verbals flew - oh summer time is here again and the mad dogs and Englishmen are out early - bah. On an upbeat note I finalise with my choice of Man of the Match, namely Maine Road's (Thomas Keyworth), a whipper-snapper with pace who covered more than his fair share of turf and made sure the opponents defense was constantly alert. A tireless effort and indicative of his teams attitude - marvellous.
FINAL THOUGHT - Tonight emphasised two points that are very important in this non-league pit. Point one - if your team is willing to run itself ragged, work like buggery for one another and make sure the full 90 minutes are played out then you will, more often than not, be on the right side of the result. Maine Road did just that tonight and despite coming up against a well organised side there was only one way the result was going to go. Point Two - banter and disagreements are all well and good in the game but when that spills over into machismo mania and threats of violence it is time to take a step back and re-evaluate what the hell is going on. Football, at the end of the day, is a game and there for fun, fitness and escapism. Passion is all well and good but there is passion and there is stupidity - there is a difference! My message is simple - let us enjoy our non-league soccer, support the clubs who are struggling and keep it a friendly place for all.
Initial impressions of the game were of an home team looking industrious and persistent whilst the away team were well drilled and seeking to play with patience. Action took place primarily in the midfield with both units looking to play the ball and carve the first real chance. With 12 minutes on the clock and Padiham just starting to impose themselves it was their opponents who struck first when a through ball from nowhere ended up at the feet of Connor Hughes who did what he had to do and notched up the first goal of a game that would prove to be quite frugal with the net-ripplers. The blues now scampered and hurried with greater thirst, Padiham tried to settle yet had to watch their backs at all times to avoid another defense splitting move. As the Storks began to peck and apply themselves The Road began to backpedal and one particular cross from the visitors swung in with spite and stung the bar with the rebound falling at the feet of their lofty No 9, who in truth should have buried the ball, but instead wasted the golden chance. From this onslaught Road reacted and a breakaway saw one particular shot fly low and force the oppositions keeper to drop low, smother and make sure his team didn't go 2 down and almost beyond hope.
Padiham kept on forcing the issue with many noticeable cross balls played in but with the Blues back pack resolute and watertight and not willing to give one darn inch. The discipline in the home teams ranks was admirable as was their work ethic and even though Padiham kept good patience and built with care one couldn't see how they would make any possible breakthrough. A shot was cracked in but flew wide of the mark and a corner found a bonse but once again the target was missed. The visitors looked ripe and ready to bear fruit and as tasty tackles came, determination levels rose from both units one expected something out of the blue to banish the balance. Padiham had one last attack late on in the half and won a corner which was lofted in only to find the mitts of the keeper who clung on, released and eased any pressure. There was no time for anymore action and as the ref peeped (dirty devil) me and my comrade chewed the cud over a cup of cha (or Bovril in my mates case, the nasty sod).
And breathe...
The second half came, Maine Road started to work the flanks, Padiham stayed more central - it was a chess match that was surely going to need a killer stroke to find another goal. A controversial foul given the way of Padiham resulted in a Maine Road breakaway which kind of summed up the difference between the two sides tonight - Maine Road just wanted it more and worked with far more zest. This blatant desire was making for an intriguing affair and a certain friskiness was creeping into the game that resulted in several tasty tackles and a few necessary bookings. As tension rose Padiham had more possession but all the while Maine Road remained comfortable and if a few more crosses had perhaps a bit more conviction further goals may have occurred. The blustering busy approach of the home dudes nearly bore glory when the pressure applied forced the guests to resort to a back pass which, tricked pass the keeper, approached the goal but, also trickled wide of the upright - oh ye lucky buggers. As the half advanced chances became a rare commodity when Maine Road substituted their No 9 (who I thought was man of the match up to that point) a charge was perhaps in the offing. Moments later a Road cross flashed into the box and a shot followed that promised much but was caught all wrong. Padiham dug deeper, they were desperate to get back in this one but out of the blue the ball ended up at the feet of Road's Matthew Morgan who curled one home (excuse the toilet-based suggestion) and killed the game on its aching feet. Great finish for sure!
A triple sub by Padiham was a last chuck of the dice and a goalkeeping sub by Maine Road raised a few eyebrows but made no difference to the overall scenario. A tasty tackle late on brought uproar and some cruddy exchanges that really do need looking into. I could dwell on these here but I refuse to be distracted from a good game and a good Maine Road performance - so suck on that you ever-ravenous gossip mongers. As the heat rose the ref called things to a halt and still the unnecessary verbals flew - oh summer time is here again and the mad dogs and Englishmen are out early - bah. On an upbeat note I finalise with my choice of Man of the Match, namely Maine Road's (Thomas Keyworth), a whipper-snapper with pace who covered more than his fair share of turf and made sure the opponents defense was constantly alert. A tireless effort and indicative of his teams attitude - marvellous.
FINAL THOUGHT - Tonight emphasised two points that are very important in this non-league pit. Point one - if your team is willing to run itself ragged, work like buggery for one another and make sure the full 90 minutes are played out then you will, more often than not, be on the right side of the result. Maine Road did just that tonight and despite coming up against a well organised side there was only one way the result was going to go. Point Two - banter and disagreements are all well and good in the game but when that spills over into machismo mania and threats of violence it is time to take a step back and re-evaluate what the hell is going on. Football, at the end of the day, is a game and there for fun, fitness and escapism. Passion is all well and good but there is passion and there is stupidity - there is a difference! My message is simple - let us enjoy our non-league soccer, support the clubs who are struggling and keep it a friendly place for all.
Saturday, 25 March 2017
THE MECHANICS ARE SCREWLESS AS OSWESTRY HAVE ALL THE TOOLS
25th March 2017 - AFC Blackpool 0 v 3 FC Oswestry Town - Up early, a birding wander at RSPB Fairhaven, with 35 bird species seen and several blooming plants, followed by a wander in Lytham with a Subway lunch taken on the small but well laid out Ashton Park. The weather was superb throughout and a walk along the pier was had prior to dropping the car off at today's chosen ground and having a pootle in a nearby garden centre. Back to the Mechanics Ground, a quick chat with the proud groundsman regarding his ruddy fine work in keeping the playing surface up to, and beyond, scratch and then a cup of tea and some chips in the solar treat - lovely. We wandered to the far side of the ground and chose our arse-resting spots, pondered the programme and had a quick kiss and cuddle - we are still young at heart tha' knows. Time ticked on and then the tangerine and blue and white striped teams entered, the game was due to start and after 1 minutes silence in a mark of respect for the recent idiocy in London the ref blew and it was time to savour another episode of the wonderful non-league game.
The home team started quickly and in the first few seconds their No 5 broke like he had a chilli up his chuff and duly created a chance that saw his colleague No 10 with the ball at his feet but unable to control long enough to release the trigger. Any hope this move may have kindled in the tickers of the Mechs Men was soon doused though after the visitors No 4 played an assassin's pass that took out every player bar one, namely his colleague Brendan Price, who connected, controlled and kicked to get that crucial opener on the stroke of 4 minutes. Instantly Blackpool came back, won a corner that was knocked in with kindness to allow the No 6 to connect with and unluckily just send over. A frisky start for sure and we were soon right back down the other end when a throw-in cum cross found a bonse that nutted the ball forth only to see the keeper respond and stop the Oswestry brigade from doubling their lead. As the half settled the O's had most composure and always looked to have that extra option and a fraction more time on the globe. Having said that, Blackpool had the next effort when a snap-shot was swung forth with pace and, although it clouted the crossbar, it surely was a catalyst to re-invigorate the whole teams belief. This moment did assist in making the game more balanced and both teams were now battling for every ball and hoping to achieve something of a stranglehold on proceedings. Oswestry, for their efforts, had 3 corners in a row but all to no avail, whereas AFC Blackpool reacted with their impressive No11 easily losing his marker. providing a cross but alas seeing his ball dealt with to the cost of a corner. The corner came, it was best forgotten and no further comments are needed.
As we passed the halfway mark of this opening period the boys in the stripes threatened to unleash another long ball, with one such effort finding a bod on the flank who lobbed in and just missed the far post. Goal attempt or no goal attempt that was mightily close and the home netter was spared the blushes. The Town came yet again, the neglected No 2 led the charge and cultivated a position that saw his colleague put in a low hard cross only for the embarrassment free keeper to snuff out the threat low on the deck. Towards the last few minutes the game dissolved as a spectacle and it was just as well the referee called for a break.
We wandered towards the clubhouse for a cup of cha' and returned back to our seats with the end result still up in the air. For the record, this was the 56th match of the season we have attended and we still haven't won a bloody raffle - I doth protest but we won't give up!
Period two began with much pace and perspiration, a renewed urgency was had by both units with plenty of hollering on the pitch and from the dug-outs. In fact a couple of bods from the home pit may wake up tomorrow with voice's rougher than Fanny Craddock's after a long indulgent cannabis session - it does happen! The first action came after Oswestry conceded a corner but broke with style after their No 11 held the ball and released with casual class. This composure eventually led to a cross flying across the goal that just eluded all stretching toes, both defensive and offensive - crikey. AFC tried to gain a foothold and worked hard but as they did a sudden fracture appeared in their industrious back line and when Daniel Tinsley found the ball at his feet he wasted no time in picking his spot and sliding the ball home to add icing on his team's advantageous cake. Now Blackpool had to push and push they did, but more gaps appeared at the rear and they were caught on the hop again when a simple but effective move was finalised by Daniel Graham and the game was, as far as the home team were concerned, flushed round the U-bend.
Only minutes left and the O's came in waves and tried to add more gloss to an all round shining performance. Arguing between a home bod and his manager was doing his team no favours but they still worked hard and they were unfortunate not to snatch at least one back after their No 11 weaved forth, flung in a low cross which could have gone anywhere and given the whole squad a glimpse of some light at the end of a very long tunnel. The away team were tight today though, tighter in fact than Neville Southall's jockstrap (see recent photo's of the ex-Everton goalkeeper and no further evidence is needed) and with minutes left it seemed they had the match signed, sealed and delivered. Blackpool did have a brief rennaisance but they finished on the back peg as Oswestry won 2 back to back corners that saw Alun Morris connect his noggin on both, one forcing the keeper to make a marvellous save and the other just flying wide. The visiting No 10 had a shot but it was straight at the keeper and somewhat tame and the final kick came the way of Morris again who tried his luck but fired over. And that was that. Man of the Match, coincidentally enough, goes to the aforementioned No 6 of FC Oswestry Town (Alun Morris), who put in a ruddy cracking performance and was tougher to beat than Ken Dodd's Tax Dodging excuses. A real workmanlike performance and one that had a touch of understated quality from which his team benefited tremendously.
FINAL THOUGHT - Sunshine, a fine footballing pitch and a decent game that indicated how luck, confidence and cohesion can make great differences. In truth, Oswestry deserved this because it was a concrete act and all departments worked as a complete unit and on another day they may have had 5 or 6 goals to celebrate. Blackpool, for all their current woes, have much to ponder but positivity manifested itself in the form of their No's 9 and 11 who never stopped working, kept their heads down and set an example for all to follow. They will survive the drop and then, in the close season, just need to work on their engine and tighten a few loose screws - it can be done. Meanwhile Oswestry are doing fine and after this opening campaign next year they may just well be a force to consider with greater apprehension. Oh and to finally add - this is a great ground to visit, nice set up, good seating and did I mentioned the pitch - wow!
The home team started quickly and in the first few seconds their No 5 broke like he had a chilli up his chuff and duly created a chance that saw his colleague No 10 with the ball at his feet but unable to control long enough to release the trigger. Any hope this move may have kindled in the tickers of the Mechs Men was soon doused though after the visitors No 4 played an assassin's pass that took out every player bar one, namely his colleague Brendan Price, who connected, controlled and kicked to get that crucial opener on the stroke of 4 minutes. Instantly Blackpool came back, won a corner that was knocked in with kindness to allow the No 6 to connect with and unluckily just send over. A frisky start for sure and we were soon right back down the other end when a throw-in cum cross found a bonse that nutted the ball forth only to see the keeper respond and stop the Oswestry brigade from doubling their lead. As the half settled the O's had most composure and always looked to have that extra option and a fraction more time on the globe. Having said that, Blackpool had the next effort when a snap-shot was swung forth with pace and, although it clouted the crossbar, it surely was a catalyst to re-invigorate the whole teams belief. This moment did assist in making the game more balanced and both teams were now battling for every ball and hoping to achieve something of a stranglehold on proceedings. Oswestry, for their efforts, had 3 corners in a row but all to no avail, whereas AFC Blackpool reacted with their impressive No11 easily losing his marker. providing a cross but alas seeing his ball dealt with to the cost of a corner. The corner came, it was best forgotten and no further comments are needed.
As we passed the halfway mark of this opening period the boys in the stripes threatened to unleash another long ball, with one such effort finding a bod on the flank who lobbed in and just missed the far post. Goal attempt or no goal attempt that was mightily close and the home netter was spared the blushes. The Town came yet again, the neglected No 2 led the charge and cultivated a position that saw his colleague put in a low hard cross only for the embarrassment free keeper to snuff out the threat low on the deck. Towards the last few minutes the game dissolved as a spectacle and it was just as well the referee called for a break.
We wandered towards the clubhouse for a cup of cha' and returned back to our seats with the end result still up in the air. For the record, this was the 56th match of the season we have attended and we still haven't won a bloody raffle - I doth protest but we won't give up!
Period two began with much pace and perspiration, a renewed urgency was had by both units with plenty of hollering on the pitch and from the dug-outs. In fact a couple of bods from the home pit may wake up tomorrow with voice's rougher than Fanny Craddock's after a long indulgent cannabis session - it does happen! The first action came after Oswestry conceded a corner but broke with style after their No 11 held the ball and released with casual class. This composure eventually led to a cross flying across the goal that just eluded all stretching toes, both defensive and offensive - crikey. AFC tried to gain a foothold and worked hard but as they did a sudden fracture appeared in their industrious back line and when Daniel Tinsley found the ball at his feet he wasted no time in picking his spot and sliding the ball home to add icing on his team's advantageous cake. Now Blackpool had to push and push they did, but more gaps appeared at the rear and they were caught on the hop again when a simple but effective move was finalised by Daniel Graham and the game was, as far as the home team were concerned, flushed round the U-bend.
Only minutes left and the O's came in waves and tried to add more gloss to an all round shining performance. Arguing between a home bod and his manager was doing his team no favours but they still worked hard and they were unfortunate not to snatch at least one back after their No 11 weaved forth, flung in a low cross which could have gone anywhere and given the whole squad a glimpse of some light at the end of a very long tunnel. The away team were tight today though, tighter in fact than Neville Southall's jockstrap (see recent photo's of the ex-Everton goalkeeper and no further evidence is needed) and with minutes left it seemed they had the match signed, sealed and delivered. Blackpool did have a brief rennaisance but they finished on the back peg as Oswestry won 2 back to back corners that saw Alun Morris connect his noggin on both, one forcing the keeper to make a marvellous save and the other just flying wide. The visiting No 10 had a shot but it was straight at the keeper and somewhat tame and the final kick came the way of Morris again who tried his luck but fired over. And that was that. Man of the Match, coincidentally enough, goes to the aforementioned No 6 of FC Oswestry Town (Alun Morris), who put in a ruddy cracking performance and was tougher to beat than Ken Dodd's Tax Dodging excuses. A real workmanlike performance and one that had a touch of understated quality from which his team benefited tremendously.
FINAL THOUGHT - Sunshine, a fine footballing pitch and a decent game that indicated how luck, confidence and cohesion can make great differences. In truth, Oswestry deserved this because it was a concrete act and all departments worked as a complete unit and on another day they may have had 5 or 6 goals to celebrate. Blackpool, for all their current woes, have much to ponder but positivity manifested itself in the form of their No's 9 and 11 who never stopped working, kept their heads down and set an example for all to follow. They will survive the drop and then, in the close season, just need to work on their engine and tighten a few loose screws - it can be done. Meanwhile Oswestry are doing fine and after this opening campaign next year they may just well be a force to consider with greater apprehension. Oh and to finally add - this is a great ground to visit, nice set up, good seating and did I mentioned the pitch - wow!
Thursday, 16 March 2017
HOLKER IN A HAZE, FROM THE COUNTERPUNCHING HEYS
15th March 2017 - Prestwich Heys FC 5 v 1 Holker Old Boys - It had been several months since I last visited the Adie Moran ground and that was a cracking day, bathed in sun and exposing several good players in a very efficient unit. Tonight it was myself and good lady who were meeting up with fellow punk peddler Stu Taylor of STP and after salutations, a natter with the chairman and his good friend, and of course the obligatory brew, we wandered to the opposite side of the ground, between the dug outs, and chitted and chatted about the spiky scene and the upcoming game. The players warmed up, a tale of the reds versus the greens and the pitch was looking quite pristine. In fact, big up to the keepers of the baize because this looked a good footballing surface for sure and the arthritic fingers were crossed for a game of appealing quality and of course, thrilling intrigue. With our Golden Goal tickets unopened and almost throbbing with anticipated success we watched the teams head off and re-appear for this 1st division clash.
The clement night air was invaded by the opening whistle and the game got underway, it was a swift commencement with the home chaps cultivating some choice moves that had direct interplay posing good threat. The threat did pay dividends when the back of the mesh was duly found via a glorious shot that flew over the balding pate of the number 8 who, alas, was deemed offside and interfering with play. A hard lump to swallow and when the young chaps of the Old Boys went up the other end with a silky move, and unbelievably snatched the opening goal, the home chap's craws must have really been clogged up to buggery. Jamie Pattinson was the scorer, it was a good grab and really forced the hosts to go and earn their crust. Moments later and HOB broke again with their No 8 whipping a shot in that needed a save and the loose ball duly hoofing clear. The visitors looked a well drilled side tonight and their defensive organisation was soon tested when 2 crosses swung in, a shot by Prestwich's tidy No 7 (Daniel White) was not fully connected with and then the No 8 fired in firmly but the angle was too acute and the target missed. White had another shot saved but was fortunate enough to see the ball immediately drop back at his feet and the second chance was comfortably buried and we were back to the state that is best compared to the heads of the offspring of interbreeding yokels - all square.
There was now a change in the flow, a flow Holker tried to defy with much industry and fervent dashing. A snap shot from the guests No 8 kept the home keeper honest and it was becoming more apparent that the next goal was highly crucial. The game settled, both teams were working the deck and we had a very competitive game to admire. Holker strived to force the issue but Hey's suddenly broke and a deflected ball shot up into the air and when gravity did its thing and brought it back to earth up stepped Christopher Baguley to connect, volley and boom the globe home - 2-1. The away side must have been flabbergasted by this turn around but kept disciplined and worked their usual formula. A break was had that disappointingly finished with their No 10 ballooning a shot and seeing a chance go AWOL but hope remained. Heys came again, White again in the thick of the action, winning the ball, missing his chance to pull the trigger but staying calm enough to find a colleague (Paul Tierney) who casually finished and brought up a scoreline that didn't reflect a close and competitive half. Things could have been even more cruel to the Old Boys as Hey's No 10 knocked forth a good dipping free-kick that was gathered up by the netman and No 11 was allowed to shoot but found the night sky rather than the back of the net. The whistle came, how this one was 3 -1 was anyone's guess but there ya go, football never fails to surprise.
A wander for a cup of cha' (cheers Stu), an Iced Lemon Bun (wow, these are ruddy good) and back to the touchline for some jaw-wagging.
The second half began with Holker firing in an early shot that was too casual but gave hope. The hope was soon dashed though as Heys produced a period of good pressure and were winning 90% of the ball and playing some quite eager football. The away lads now needed to call upon their reservoirs of resistance but things weren't looking good. A corner to Heys came, the defenders missed everything, luckily for them so did the strikers. A shot up the other end followed, a snap-shot indeed but the upright was missed and Holker had to re-organise and recharge. They did just that, won a free kick that was swung in well but the finishing knock propelled the ball agonisingly wide and kept the lads in green frustrated. Back at the opposite end of the park and the hard-ploughing No 10 for Prestwich let fly with a shot that was just off target but it kept the interest levels high and this was turning into a fine match for all. Holker would not switch off, a shot from No 4 made the goalie save and soon after the same two combatants were involved again when a cross-cum shot once again required mittman attention. As HOB moved forth my comrade said a goal was definitely on the cards and spot on he was, albeit coming at the opposite end of the pitch. Quick feet, a few easy and accurate passes and Christopher Baguley bagged his second and gave his squad a quite unassailable lead. Despite the deficit Holker Old Boys still played with good heart and put in many eye-catching moves but the finishing luck was lacking tonight. A straight shot was forceful but straight at the keeper and other efforts just died a death before the danger area could be threatened. The No 10 of Heys nearly added another when a long range lob came mightily close and an ensuing razor-sharp onslaught for his team was only thwarted by a smart save from the under pressure keeper. Alas, seconds later, a long ball came and cut Holker in two and it was the turn of Paul Tierney to complete his double and add an extra gloss to the end result. From 1 down to a 5 - 1 advantage and one could understand the disgruntlement of the visitors. Credit to them though, they cracked on with heads down and in truth should have had a consolation when a hopeful free-kick was connected with, nutted towards the top corner only to be stopped at the last by the outstretched arm of the No 1. Good effort, even better save. The final minutes saw Heys have 2 more attempts with the travelling goalkeeper doing his bit but when the ref blew for full time one couldn't help thinking that the long-distance travellers couldn't wait to get back home. Man of the Match tonight goes to Prestwich Heys' No 7 (Daniel White) who, despite being substituted, put in a good stint when on the park, was good in the tackle, on the deck and as a team player and even bagged a goal for his troubles - not a bad nights work.
FINAL THOUGHT - For me this was a close match and both teams gave a good account of themselves. It wasn't a 5-1 thrashing, it was a competitive game that was swung by a bit of fortune, a bit of extra desire and some sharp interplay. I think Hey's deserved the win but Holker displayed many fine aspects to their play and with a bit of fine tuning they will be a quite impressive force. The visit tonight was splendid, £4 entry fee, a pleasant vibe and just a well played match that saw both teams get stuck in and do their bit fairly and with good spirit. Alas the Golden Goal tickets we bought were duffs and I am sure there was a printing error but I shall overlook this gripe and applaud everyone involved for their efforts tonight and be making sure I am back at this ground several times a season. PS - I hope Prestwich Heys make the play-offs - they'll certainly be getting my support if they do!
The clement night air was invaded by the opening whistle and the game got underway, it was a swift commencement with the home chaps cultivating some choice moves that had direct interplay posing good threat. The threat did pay dividends when the back of the mesh was duly found via a glorious shot that flew over the balding pate of the number 8 who, alas, was deemed offside and interfering with play. A hard lump to swallow and when the young chaps of the Old Boys went up the other end with a silky move, and unbelievably snatched the opening goal, the home chap's craws must have really been clogged up to buggery. Jamie Pattinson was the scorer, it was a good grab and really forced the hosts to go and earn their crust. Moments later and HOB broke again with their No 8 whipping a shot in that needed a save and the loose ball duly hoofing clear. The visitors looked a well drilled side tonight and their defensive organisation was soon tested when 2 crosses swung in, a shot by Prestwich's tidy No 7 (Daniel White) was not fully connected with and then the No 8 fired in firmly but the angle was too acute and the target missed. White had another shot saved but was fortunate enough to see the ball immediately drop back at his feet and the second chance was comfortably buried and we were back to the state that is best compared to the heads of the offspring of interbreeding yokels - all square.
There was now a change in the flow, a flow Holker tried to defy with much industry and fervent dashing. A snap shot from the guests No 8 kept the home keeper honest and it was becoming more apparent that the next goal was highly crucial. The game settled, both teams were working the deck and we had a very competitive game to admire. Holker strived to force the issue but Hey's suddenly broke and a deflected ball shot up into the air and when gravity did its thing and brought it back to earth up stepped Christopher Baguley to connect, volley and boom the globe home - 2-1. The away side must have been flabbergasted by this turn around but kept disciplined and worked their usual formula. A break was had that disappointingly finished with their No 10 ballooning a shot and seeing a chance go AWOL but hope remained. Heys came again, White again in the thick of the action, winning the ball, missing his chance to pull the trigger but staying calm enough to find a colleague (Paul Tierney) who casually finished and brought up a scoreline that didn't reflect a close and competitive half. Things could have been even more cruel to the Old Boys as Hey's No 10 knocked forth a good dipping free-kick that was gathered up by the netman and No 11 was allowed to shoot but found the night sky rather than the back of the net. The whistle came, how this one was 3 -1 was anyone's guess but there ya go, football never fails to surprise.
A wander for a cup of cha' (cheers Stu), an Iced Lemon Bun (wow, these are ruddy good) and back to the touchline for some jaw-wagging.
The second half began with Holker firing in an early shot that was too casual but gave hope. The hope was soon dashed though as Heys produced a period of good pressure and were winning 90% of the ball and playing some quite eager football. The away lads now needed to call upon their reservoirs of resistance but things weren't looking good. A corner to Heys came, the defenders missed everything, luckily for them so did the strikers. A shot up the other end followed, a snap-shot indeed but the upright was missed and Holker had to re-organise and recharge. They did just that, won a free kick that was swung in well but the finishing knock propelled the ball agonisingly wide and kept the lads in green frustrated. Back at the opposite end of the park and the hard-ploughing No 10 for Prestwich let fly with a shot that was just off target but it kept the interest levels high and this was turning into a fine match for all. Holker would not switch off, a shot from No 4 made the goalie save and soon after the same two combatants were involved again when a cross-cum shot once again required mittman attention. As HOB moved forth my comrade said a goal was definitely on the cards and spot on he was, albeit coming at the opposite end of the pitch. Quick feet, a few easy and accurate passes and Christopher Baguley bagged his second and gave his squad a quite unassailable lead. Despite the deficit Holker Old Boys still played with good heart and put in many eye-catching moves but the finishing luck was lacking tonight. A straight shot was forceful but straight at the keeper and other efforts just died a death before the danger area could be threatened. The No 10 of Heys nearly added another when a long range lob came mightily close and an ensuing razor-sharp onslaught for his team was only thwarted by a smart save from the under pressure keeper. Alas, seconds later, a long ball came and cut Holker in two and it was the turn of Paul Tierney to complete his double and add an extra gloss to the end result. From 1 down to a 5 - 1 advantage and one could understand the disgruntlement of the visitors. Credit to them though, they cracked on with heads down and in truth should have had a consolation when a hopeful free-kick was connected with, nutted towards the top corner only to be stopped at the last by the outstretched arm of the No 1. Good effort, even better save. The final minutes saw Heys have 2 more attempts with the travelling goalkeeper doing his bit but when the ref blew for full time one couldn't help thinking that the long-distance travellers couldn't wait to get back home. Man of the Match tonight goes to Prestwich Heys' No 7 (Daniel White) who, despite being substituted, put in a good stint when on the park, was good in the tackle, on the deck and as a team player and even bagged a goal for his troubles - not a bad nights work.
FINAL THOUGHT - For me this was a close match and both teams gave a good account of themselves. It wasn't a 5-1 thrashing, it was a competitive game that was swung by a bit of fortune, a bit of extra desire and some sharp interplay. I think Hey's deserved the win but Holker displayed many fine aspects to their play and with a bit of fine tuning they will be a quite impressive force. The visit tonight was splendid, £4 entry fee, a pleasant vibe and just a well played match that saw both teams get stuck in and do their bit fairly and with good spirit. Alas the Golden Goal tickets we bought were duffs and I am sure there was a printing error but I shall overlook this gripe and applaud everyone involved for their efforts tonight and be making sure I am back at this ground several times a season. PS - I hope Prestwich Heys make the play-offs - they'll certainly be getting my support if they do!
Wednesday, 15 March 2017
PRESSURE DROP PRODUCES A MIXED BAG
14th March 2017 - Abbey Hey 1 v 1 AFC Darwen - A brace of midweek matches were planned due to the forthcoming Saturday being football free because of a gig I had put on featuring a fine range of noise making bastards. A fruitcake must have many flavours and with work, wildlife, cycling, CD reviews, reading, the time taken constructing a book, sorting discordant matters and lesser time-snatchers such as art and theatre visits my seconds on the clock are well used and, stretched. Enthusiasm is a wicked devil tha' knows! So to tonight's soccerised escapade, 2 teams at that stage of the season with little to play for which can sometimes lead to a pressure free encounter that really produces the goods. I suppose AFC Darwen had a greater desire for the points seeing they were just above the drop-zone but with a 9 point advantage and a game in hand we were hardly talking desperation stakes. So, I came, expected and got rewarded with a game as thus.
Period one and an initial equilibrium of to and fro football was broken by chaos in the Darwen box as the home side marauded and an outstretched toe poked the ball goalward only for the globe in question to rotate agonisingly wide. The first real chance that allowed Abbey Hey to gain an upper hand but the plucky Darwen dudes soon bounced back with their wriggling and elusive No 7 making an early impression. What came next though was a period of play that was scrappy with some lackadaisical defence work from The Hey and some toothless attacking by Darwen. The visitors did look to have more promise and seemed the likely team to break a tight deadlock but it was an untidy half of football to say the least. The Hey should have pinched the lead when their No 2 played his colleague in who was duly denied at the last but moments later the miss was made up for when Jack Tinning cracked forth a scorcher and beat the keeper with untold ease. 1 - 0 against the play but what a fine strike to break the stalemate. Despite this setback Darwen were making inroads back into the meat of the Hey's set-up whilst the home team seemed intent on sitting back and looking for that killer pass. Once again the No 7 of Darwen epitomised his teams work rate and desire and he made several good surges, one of which ended in a decent dig that forced the keeper into making a sturdy save.
As the night squawking gulls in the distance fussed in the dark the game eventually flat-lined with very little excitement arising. The game was far from a classic, the ref blew for half time and I did ponder whether or not there was greater thrill to be found in the Pope's jockstrap than at The Abbey Stadium tonight - ooh those sexy men of the cloth! I took time to rest my arse, had a Spearmint Chew and some Vimto and read a bit of 'Second Thoughts Of An Idle Fellow' by Jerome K. Jerome - observational scribblings to cultivate further ponderings. And back to the match.
I was looking for an ascension in quality and entertainment and an early Abbey Hey cross flew with arcing pace and hit the crossbar with all warning bells ringing. Darwen struck back and started to apply hefty pressure with one shot nearly making the top corner of the net but the goalie was alert and agile and stuck out a mitt to tip the sphere away. Impetus was with the visitors but Hey stood firm at the rear and continued to look to break with one such chance allowing their No 9 to attempt a lob on the keeper that unluckily missed the gaping net. Darwen though were now sharpening the point on their attacking knife and looking to plunge the blade into the heart of the resistant pack. Some good balls were flying in, but it was the coup de grace that was absent. A free kick from the roaming No 11 was flashed in and Hey's guardian of the mesh met the ball with sound resistance. Good on Darwen though for the efforts and good on Abbey Hey for their stubbornness. Hey still had chances and it was only down to last gasp toes and tackles that they failed to double their precarious lead. Another goal seemed imminent and it soon came after the guests at the ground found that killer pass, which saw the liner raise his flag for one player and lower it for the next which allowed Conor Gaul to step in and slide the ball home with controlled ease. The liners indecision was met with verbal onslaughts but it was a split second decision and proved that the officials are not robotic perfections who never make a faux pas. These things happen and despite anyone's thoughts it was a goal Darwen thoroughly deserved and it was now up to Abbey Hey to fight back. To their credit they did just that and we had a potentially intriguing finish to savour. Thermals were set to rise although they did so off the pitch as local arsonists had indulged in a burn-up and the ground was now falling victim to a toxic cloud. Cough, splutter, spit! As time progressed Hey were becoming frustrated, Darwen were found wanting up front and in truth the hosts could have nicked this at the death when a couple of crosses just fell short of that final touch to steal the honors. Up the other end and had No 9 chosen to pull the trigger early rather than dwell, dawdle and shoot late he may have found greater success rather than seeing his effort firmly blocked. As the pitch bordered on becoming a smoke-mare Darwen had one last punt from which a shot blazed just wide. It was the last blast before the closing shrill of the whistle - honours even and a better half than the first for sure. Man of the Match was a tough call but one 'erbert stood out due to his good movement, rapid weavings and neat close control. (Alex Ralph) of Darwen gets the nod tonight and it was a good performance in a game that was lacking any real grace.
FINAL THOUGHT - A midweek trip out to keep the footballing feathers fluffed up. Two teams in no man's land at the mo and as the season draws to a close that is where they will both end up. It is a tough league this though, some teams are on consistent fire but what I saw tonight reinforces my belief that these two squads have much to build on and, when fluent, can pose a threat to anyone. It is that final third though that separates the winners from the losers and every team needs a decisive cutting edge to their list of attributes. Defensively both squads work hard and seem to get the job done and in midfield a bit more composure is all that is needed and I reckon the future could be as rosy as Archbishop of Canterbury's cheeks when he was caught in a compromising position with Cleo Laine (so rumour has it) - ooh tha' never knows!
Period one and an initial equilibrium of to and fro football was broken by chaos in the Darwen box as the home side marauded and an outstretched toe poked the ball goalward only for the globe in question to rotate agonisingly wide. The first real chance that allowed Abbey Hey to gain an upper hand but the plucky Darwen dudes soon bounced back with their wriggling and elusive No 7 making an early impression. What came next though was a period of play that was scrappy with some lackadaisical defence work from The Hey and some toothless attacking by Darwen. The visitors did look to have more promise and seemed the likely team to break a tight deadlock but it was an untidy half of football to say the least. The Hey should have pinched the lead when their No 2 played his colleague in who was duly denied at the last but moments later the miss was made up for when Jack Tinning cracked forth a scorcher and beat the keeper with untold ease. 1 - 0 against the play but what a fine strike to break the stalemate. Despite this setback Darwen were making inroads back into the meat of the Hey's set-up whilst the home team seemed intent on sitting back and looking for that killer pass. Once again the No 7 of Darwen epitomised his teams work rate and desire and he made several good surges, one of which ended in a decent dig that forced the keeper into making a sturdy save.
As the night squawking gulls in the distance fussed in the dark the game eventually flat-lined with very little excitement arising. The game was far from a classic, the ref blew for half time and I did ponder whether or not there was greater thrill to be found in the Pope's jockstrap than at The Abbey Stadium tonight - ooh those sexy men of the cloth! I took time to rest my arse, had a Spearmint Chew and some Vimto and read a bit of 'Second Thoughts Of An Idle Fellow' by Jerome K. Jerome - observational scribblings to cultivate further ponderings. And back to the match.
I was looking for an ascension in quality and entertainment and an early Abbey Hey cross flew with arcing pace and hit the crossbar with all warning bells ringing. Darwen struck back and started to apply hefty pressure with one shot nearly making the top corner of the net but the goalie was alert and agile and stuck out a mitt to tip the sphere away. Impetus was with the visitors but Hey stood firm at the rear and continued to look to break with one such chance allowing their No 9 to attempt a lob on the keeper that unluckily missed the gaping net. Darwen though were now sharpening the point on their attacking knife and looking to plunge the blade into the heart of the resistant pack. Some good balls were flying in, but it was the coup de grace that was absent. A free kick from the roaming No 11 was flashed in and Hey's guardian of the mesh met the ball with sound resistance. Good on Darwen though for the efforts and good on Abbey Hey for their stubbornness. Hey still had chances and it was only down to last gasp toes and tackles that they failed to double their precarious lead. Another goal seemed imminent and it soon came after the guests at the ground found that killer pass, which saw the liner raise his flag for one player and lower it for the next which allowed Conor Gaul to step in and slide the ball home with controlled ease. The liners indecision was met with verbal onslaughts but it was a split second decision and proved that the officials are not robotic perfections who never make a faux pas. These things happen and despite anyone's thoughts it was a goal Darwen thoroughly deserved and it was now up to Abbey Hey to fight back. To their credit they did just that and we had a potentially intriguing finish to savour. Thermals were set to rise although they did so off the pitch as local arsonists had indulged in a burn-up and the ground was now falling victim to a toxic cloud. Cough, splutter, spit! As time progressed Hey were becoming frustrated, Darwen were found wanting up front and in truth the hosts could have nicked this at the death when a couple of crosses just fell short of that final touch to steal the honors. Up the other end and had No 9 chosen to pull the trigger early rather than dwell, dawdle and shoot late he may have found greater success rather than seeing his effort firmly blocked. As the pitch bordered on becoming a smoke-mare Darwen had one last punt from which a shot blazed just wide. It was the last blast before the closing shrill of the whistle - honours even and a better half than the first for sure. Man of the Match was a tough call but one 'erbert stood out due to his good movement, rapid weavings and neat close control. (Alex Ralph) of Darwen gets the nod tonight and it was a good performance in a game that was lacking any real grace.
FINAL THOUGHT - A midweek trip out to keep the footballing feathers fluffed up. Two teams in no man's land at the mo and as the season draws to a close that is where they will both end up. It is a tough league this though, some teams are on consistent fire but what I saw tonight reinforces my belief that these two squads have much to build on and, when fluent, can pose a threat to anyone. It is that final third though that separates the winners from the losers and every team needs a decisive cutting edge to their list of attributes. Defensively both squads work hard and seem to get the job done and in midfield a bit more composure is all that is needed and I reckon the future could be as rosy as Archbishop of Canterbury's cheeks when he was caught in a compromising position with Cleo Laine (so rumour has it) - ooh tha' never knows!
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