Goals: Antony Fortnum, Harry Puncher
Man of the Match - North: Antony Fortnum
Man of the Match - South: Harry Puncher
Match Report - Grant Hall
North 1 South 1 with South winning 4-3 in the penalty shoot-out
Headline: FA probe into match-fixing scandal
There was always going to be controversy involved in such a highly charged, much awaited and "must win" game and indeed the drama was delivered in such a crude and unpredictable way that the lead suspects are now subject to a match-fixing probe both by the local authorities and the Football Association.
The eager, hungry Northerners arrived early, more to do with the bus schedule, while the Southerners left it quite late rolling into their res! erved car park slots in their shiny new, post bonus toys. The confidence was high in the Southern changing room and this could be seen when a young member of the North strolled, by accident, into the South changing room and was handed, mistakingly, several pairs of boots to give a last minute shine too.
So the players gathered on the pitch in one of the more spectacular sporting arenas in the world, on par with Steve Mangham of the South's garden in the heartlands of Singapore. An unusual cool breeze was noted which the ever alert Andy Petyt put down to the prevailing cooling air-con out pipes from the nearby Sands casino - good call. At the other end Captain of the North, continuing the Scouse DNA from the much missed Paul Hackett, started giving an intense tactical talk aided by a translator from the Midlands.
The Southerners were quite content to stretch their limbs and shake out the stiffness from the boardroom chairs and started playing a game of one-touch while Toni Diaz nonchalantly strolled to the goal to take his place between the posts (that's a Southern term, the Northerners would say between the sticks, few could afford posts, just look at Rangers FC). Captain Grant of the South gave a brief talk of get back to winning ways, now that Clive was no longer Captain, and the fact that the ever-reliable nomad, Bill Palmer, was rightfully back in his natural birth place in the South. Game on.
Both sides were happy to try and play neat, possessional football on a decent surface that often felt like a thick carpet one use to lay upon while finishing off the last drops of port in front of an open fire on Christmas day, sorry, I digress. The odd foray into the ! opponents half by the South was often halted by the excellent Grant Douglas and some powerful headed clearances by Capt John Nolan. One fine moment to savour was when Andrew Marshall sold Steve Mangham a dummy and easily went around him, how often can we say that ? Andrew left the pitch 2 minutes later for a rest, clearly still in shock too.
Neither goalkeepers were troubled much with the excellent Kieran Turnball looking confident and in the mood while Toni Diaz managed to hang onto a few long range efforts from the hard working, evergreen trio of Andrew Reid, Ant Fortnum and Rob Allen. A crowd had started to gather clearly expecting something big to happen but, alas, the first half finished quite tamely at nil-nil.
The break seemed short ! with the ref clearly keen to get on with it and so we trooped ! back on to the field, lights glistening in the CBD in the background, a laser show in full swing from the Marina Bay Sands complex and the big wheel, or whatever it's called, competing well in the visual effects show. Right, "focus and energy" was the call from Capt Grant but alas it seemed that the North team were the ones more up for it as James Morris started making some good runs and even allowing the towering Steve Hodge to put in a powerful header that just missed the target much to the relief of the normally reliable Steve Gillepies who had just been outjumped. Young Ant sensed his moment was coming, even after a few earlier decent surges resulted in the subsequent shot going wide. Indeed it happened, he picked up the ball, head down, beat a few players and calmly slotted past the bemused Toni in goal: one nil to the North, good goal Ant !
The South had to li! ft there game and Mark Burners stepped up a gear and started becoming a menace, Harry saw more ball, Clive sensed the urgency, Kieran Harlowe looked eager and the hardworking Sam Woolhead came deeper to collect the ball. Soon it was a corner to the South, the centre-halves sensed it was their moment. However no-one picked up Harry and as the ball was swung in Harry outleapt, out-jumped and out-fought a trio of defenders to power a header into the net, 1-1 and all to play for !
The crowd had now swelled even more, something special was clearly expected to happen. The South made a few tactical changes with Grant pushing into midfield, Matthew Jurado given a free roaming role, Clarky demanding more and getting it, Mike Thornton told to stay up front, which momentarily confused him, and Bill Palmer almost left alone at centre-back. The tactic nearly came off bu! t Kieran was equal to any shots on target and easily saved. At! the oth er end the ever-reliable Guy Mason tried to work his magic, Mark Fortnum and Grant Douglas continued to absorb and feed balls forward while Rob was clearly eager to get on the score sheet.
"One minute left" exclaimed the ref, the penalty shoot-out was looking inevitable even though the North had just won a corner from another surging run by Ant. "Hurry up lads and swing it in" was the call from Captain John. Every player was man-marked and even Matthew Jurado insisted on marking James Morris, he was that confident. And then it happened, as James lept to head the ball, Matthew climbed all over him, clinging onto his back like a tandem parachute team, or a scared child would cling to his parent during a thunder storm...you get the picture. "Penalty" was the right call.
The southern team was gutted, it was going to be the last kick of the game, no-one deserved to lose it like this. Club Captain James Morris, looked cool and confident and so he should do having scored over 100 goals in 3.5 seasons for the club. Toni Diaz tried to remain focused but even he had a slight look of resignation about him. The crowd went quiet, the Southerners couldn't look, the Northerners had a big grin on their faces as if a yorkshire hotpot had just landed on their table. Up ran James and.....would you believe it...he dragged his tame penalty wide !!!! Gutted.
A penalty shoot-out then !! Both teams had very little time to ponder as we we only had about 5 minutes before the lights were going to be turned off. Capt Grant won the toss and elected for the South to take the penalties first. First one went in, it had to be! good to beat the superb Kieran in goal. The North returned th! e compli ment, then the South, then the North. 2-2 and it was beginning to get tense. Next up was Andy Petyt, an unusual choice but he wanted it "I'm aving that" in his finest Southampton accent. Alas he didn't, Kieran "ad that" with a good save. Fortunately, for the South the North then missed theirs and then both sides calmly slotted home...3-3 with one penalty each yet. Young Sam Woolhead, born in Stevenage (South) although supports Man Utd (as expected as you have to be at least 250 miles away from Old Trafford to do so) then calmly slots past the out-stretched diving Kieran hand to make it 4-3 with one penalty left.
Both Captains started to think about the next set of penalty takers as James placed the ball on the spot, clearly up to avenge his earlier miss, and no one would deny him that. But how was his mindset, would he choose the same way, could he hold his ! tingling nerve....6 giant steps, one smooth swing of the leg and..... incredibly he dragged it wide again.......ummm..... game over !! The South had one, Toni's name was being chanted and handshakes/hugs were being thrown around. Poor old James, you could not write a better script really, drama, suspense and shock !!
Well done to all players who took part, great sportsmanship, few mis-timed tackles if any and, most of all, James took the defeat/his misses/the cause of the loss like a true gentleman; no complaints and on the chin: what leaders are ultimately made of !!
MoM was indeed James (by default ?) while Ant Fortnum was the North MoM and Harry for the South. Superb performances also from Grant Douglas, Steve Hodge, Luke Banks and that ! unforgettable moment from Andrew Marshall. David, Darryl and P! aul all had solid games at full-back too, Neil Johnson gave 110% while Adrain Pelvin and Jason Wood both looked strong on the ball.
Bring on the next one !!!
Goals: Antony Fortnum (2), Rob Allen
Man of the Match - Antony Fortnum
Match Report - Dan Spencer
BC fronted up to St Wilfred’s for a 7.20pm kick off against Rocku FC. It was to be a great night of football. A big wide pitch and a strong team with plenty of subs.
If RockU FC were to rock, it would be with Justin Bieber versus Led Zeppelin. They were a younger looking side so we knew we had our hands full up the back.
The game kicked off. The plan was to use the big pitch and take the ball wide. The first 15 minutes didn’t really go to plan as the game was played in the middle of the pitch and was a very scrappy affair. BC didn’t do a great job of controlling the ball, but either did the other side. There was some great tackling by our centre mids to disrupt the play.
It cleaned up and BC started to use the width of the pitch.
However, on about the 20 minute mark, a pass back to centre midfield was intercepted by their striker who attacked down the left. BC struggled to get back and defend giving him plenty of time to send it into the box connecting with his teammate who tapped it into the back of the net.
BC down 1 Nil. Not the start we wanted.
It was obvious RockU had some pace up front and the long ball was their game plan. After a few stern words from the Governor, BC started to control the ball much better. We utilized Mark’s pace on the left and for the first time in the game we started to put the pressure on in their half. Mark sent a number of crosses into the box but we were not able to connect, James going close at one point. The continue pressure paid off as James was brought down just outside the penalty area giving us a free kick. A wall of RockU players lined up to block any direct shots. Robbie lined up to take the free kick and casually curved the ball around the players and into the corner of the net. 1-1 BC were back in the game.
BC continued breaking them down in midfield with solid tackling from Sam and Kieran. Robbie and Daryl started to cause problems for them down the right as BC really started to dominate the game. The RockU defense had a hard time controlling the power of Ant up front. His continued pressure paid of which saw a mistake by them and Ant was able to get a shot away. It was a fantastic strike to put BC up 2-1.
Rocku continued with the long ball putting pressure on Kieran who made some superb saves to ensure nothing came of it.
The second half didn’t start the way we finished the first half. For the first 20 minutes RockU had the majority of the possession and we were very lucky not to concede any goals. This was due to Kieran continuing to make a number of fantastic saves and RockU making a meal of a few opportunities.
On one occasion, BC’s defense cleared the ball from the line and out to Daryl. Without wasting any time Daryl quickly sent a long ball down to Ant who charged towards the goal. Even with a defender doing his very best to stop Ant getting a shot away, he somehow did and it went into the back of the net. It was a brilliant effort that put BC a clear by 2.
With only 10 minutes to go we were confident our lead was enough to secure a win. How things changed very quickly.
RockU continued with the long ball and the back 4 continued to hold them out. Some exceptional defending by Mark B.
However, the continued pressured got the better of us. Rocku opened us up and a clean pass was sent through to their striker who cleanly put it away.
3-2 still in it but only just.
Midfield continued trying to break them down, we gathered the ball and looked for a pass back to the keeper, however the pass hit the arm of a BC player* on the way through slowing he ball down and landing it at the feet of Rocku. The only thing between them and goal was the keeper who tried his best but they got a shot away and it went in.
The nail in the coffin came when their winger who was clearly off side connected with a long ball. Unmarked he was able to attack the goal, even though there was a big appeal for offside, their striker calmly chipped it over the head of Kieran and into the net. The ref ignored our appeal and awarded the goal. Not much the keeper could do in this situation.
3-4 to RockU.
As you can see, the second half was a different story to the first. RockU fielded 8 new players and they slowly wore us down. Big effort from everyone, especially Kieran in goal who pulled off some amazing saves. Sam, Robbie and Kieran all had solid games and big shout out to Mark in defense.
MOM has to go to Ant for 2 fantastic goals.
Goals: Grant Hall, Rob Allen
Man of the Match - The team (maybe Grant for that goal)
Match Report - Grant Hall
The dramatic, angry, colourful skyline on arrival was clearly a sign of things to come...and so it proved to be !! The gathered squad, representing the BCFC 1sts in a "must win" cup game, was handpicked by the Convenor in the absence of Captain James, busy mopping up his holiday cottage in Wales, and VC John Nolan, busy at his Liverpool weekly Neighbourhood Watch meeting. The team was a mighty fine blend of raw youth, experience, father and son spirit, energy, hard-tacklers, risk-takers, gamblers, thieves and never-say-die types that would be well up for what "ever comes out we will survive by sticking together" attitude (Gladiator ?).
The spectators, ala the faithful German contingent of Groth & Heiko, Steve Hodge with 2 of the smallest dogs I've ever seen, a few mates, 3 BC subs and 9 Maoists subs took their seats to witness what turned out to be a classic. The ref and 2 linesmen took t! o the field just as fighter jets whizzed past, helicopters hovered above, rips of lightening in the distance and a light spray of rain energized a BC team that contained only 4 regular 1st team players; this is what it's all about ! A formation of 4, 4, 1, 1, had been chosen to absorb the oppos expected early enthusiasm although this confused Paul McNamara who loudly interrupted the Convenor's pre-match rallying call to state "oi, that's only 10 players". The mystified Convenor then had to restate the formation for the slightly slow-at-learning amongst us as "ONE, four, four, one, one" ! Right, game on.
BC started well with the back four of Clive, Andy P, Grant and Roger Kelly nullifying the energetic attacks, slinky skills, pace and frequent one-twos of the arrogant and youthful opposition. Robin Thuiller playing on the right flank behind his son, Jamie, decided to let the flying winger in the oppo know who was boss with some strong/forceful, bone-! crunching tackling that was clearly not taken to well, despite! this be ing a "physical contact sport" and retaliation tackles soon came flying back in resulting in Robin's and his opposite number's name entering into the ref's book. Stuart Bedford and Alan Turnball started to win more (clean) ball in midfield and we were lucky not to score with some good runs by Sam Woolhead and the normally energetic Rob Allen looking slightly off-key, a touch of Clarke Quayitis maybe Rob ?
After about 20 minutes a Maoist midfield let rip from about 30 yards out, a typical Mark Burningham legendry unexplained "Cross/shot", which flew over keeper Mike Thornton's head whom seemed to be busy talking to the defense to notice the ball ! 1 nil down and undeserved; time for some fresh legs with Robin being pulled off to cool down, Grant and Rob joining him. On came Jan-Paul, playing his second match for the club, soon applied some strong but fair tackles, Chris Cribb held the ball up front and Paul McNamara, having had time to absorb the form! ation, played some neat passes. Very few chances at either end but plenty of hard tackling in the middle left plenty of optimism as the ref blew for half-time.
The Convenor encouraged more of the same; compete, enjoy, stay energetic and soon the goals will come. Little did he realise that after 10 minutes of the 2nd half something extraordinary did happen; Jamie whipped over a corner, Alan could only deflect his header out to the edge of the box where upon the Convenor, fuelled by a week of vindaloo and asahi beer, flung his body upside down raising his left foor vertical in the air to connect with an overhead kick that finished firmly in the bottom right had corner of the net !! The growing crowd roared their approval, Nick Groth shook his head in disbelief and the Convenor stood motionless with hand under his chin giving it a "Cantona esque" celebration !!
The oppo were not having any of that and soon took the lead a! gain as a free-kick was not cleared at the back post for their! striker to take a neat goal on the volley. This team was not beaten though, too much character, so much desire to win, and so within minutes we were rewarded for another penetrating Sam W run when a penalty was given for handball and the cool-headed Alan T tucked it neatly away. The oppo became frustrated while the BC played calm, sensible football, no-one doing too much, no-one trying to take on too many, this was neat, confident football at its very best. The reward finally came as Rob Allen calmly slotted home after a great build-up and now we were 3-2 up with 4 mins to go ! Jan-Paul and Stuart competed for everything, Andy P defended like a trojan but headed on their goal at a corner like a muppet, Robin won more ball than man, Jamie ran his socks off, Clive had no socks left to run off and a mighty sigh of relief and celebration was shown when the (excellent for a change) ref blew full time !!! The oppo were surprisingly gracious in defeat, plenty of handshakes and smiles, the! y knew they had been involved in a classic !!!
Man of the Match: all 14 players that took part !! They should all be proud of that "come from behind win"; no heros just one huge team effort: now that's what this Club is all about !!!!!
Goals: Rob Allen, Will Offer, Matt Mason, Anthony Fortnum
Man of the Match - Stuart Bedford
Match Report - Anthony Fortnum
On very warm Saturday afternoon the British club took to the PSA pitches and lined up against a Hibs side, usually very strong both in attack and defense. Upon arrival at the ground, the squad stood at a mere 13 which could and probably would have been a disaster due to the sweltering heat and huge pitch, however the team were given a boost with additional players arriving to boost the numbers up to a more than healthy 16.
Due to the heavy heat and probably a night on the booze, stand in captain Clive wasn’t left with a difficult choice surrounding the goalkeeping situation and was given a chorus of offers to play in goal eventually given the goalkeeping jersey to Paul. So after a few minutes speculating the team and the substitutions to be brought on during the half we were off. In a half of a few limited chances, the majority of the first half possession belonged to Hibs, mainly playing short passes in and out of the defense and midfield but failing to materialise into any real chances. Throughout the majority of the first half, no side really possessed a great deal of attacking threat, after 30 minutes the imminent substitutions were made with replacements being made all over the park.
Shortly after the subs, Hibs started to come more into the game, stringing a few attacks together but still failing to really test Paul in goal. Just before half-time, after a shot from distance that Paul held comfortably, Paul launched the ball out to Louis Davies playing at left-back in plenty of room to advance up the pitch who played a superb ball to Will who ran from the half way line waltzed past 3 bemused Hibs defenders to the byline and drilled in a low and hard cross straight to the feet of oncoming striker Robbie Allen to bundle the ball over line, 1-0 to the British club and a great team goal and the curse of the commentator from Mr. Puncher who stated ‘Hibs are started to really get into the game’ seconds before the goal.
Minutes after the goal the half time whistle went, a more than welcome sound after a tiresome first half in the baking heat and huge pitch. A good half from the British club playing some good football but knowing we’d have to score maybe 1 or 2 more to beat off the Hibs. The second half began with a few alterations with Mike Thornton going in goal for Paul Davies and Paul coming on at left-back, and a few other changes in defense and midfield. After the break Hibs flew right out of the blocks and continued to attack, the same as earlier with no great deal of threat on the British club goal.
After a few waves of Hibs attacks, and Hibs becoming more open at the back it gave the BC more chances to counter attack which happened 5 minutes into the second half , when a ball out of the defense landed at Matt Masons feet 18 yards out and a great shot ending up in the back of the net, 2-0 and against the run of play. 2-0 and it appeared that the heads of the Hibs players were down until a corner a few minutes after the 2nd goal which resulted in a goal mouth scramble and Alan Turnbull fighting valiantly to keep the ball out only for the ref to deem the ball over the line, 2-1 and Hibs were back in the game, having offered nothing upfront all game.
Following the Hibs goal each team enjoyed a few spells of possession, until the BC really killed off the game when Justin played an inch perfect pass to Will who latched onto the through ball to slip the ball past the oncoming keeper to make it 3-1 and surely kill the game off. Then it was 4-1 after a huge kick from Mike caused havoc in the Hibs defense resulting in a defense mix-up to enable Anthony Fortnum to place the ball into the back of the net.
Not long after this, the game was killed off for good when Stuart Bedford unselfishly laid off a great ball for Anthony Fortnum 20 yards out to drill the ball low and hard in the bottom right hand corner of the goal, 5-1 and game over.
Great performance from all of the lads to come away with a 5-1 and a superb effort, a few stand-out performances from Jean Paul who played very comfortably at right-back, Alan Turnbull as ever had a very strong performance in the centre of midfield, Will ran his socks off, set up the 1st and scored one himself, but MOM goes to Stuart Bedford who controlled the midfield creating chances for the strikers, protected the defense and set up the last goal.
Goals: Alan Turnbull, James Morris (4), Thornton, Mason, Jeffrey
Man of the Match - Matt Mason
Match Report - James Morris
A great new venue for BC football and an equally impressive performance against a young, good passing side kick started what we all hope will be the start of a very successful chapter in the annals of BC football. The frivolity, photos, autograph signing, etc was all good stuff and as the 30 strong contingent played out a 10 goal cracker on the adjacent pitch, the BC XI playing in the friendly match were quickly into their stride smashing in three goals in the first 12 minutes. First Paul Summers, playing a blinding first half at right back before moving into the centre of the park, played a perfectly weighted pass to Jan on the right flank who whipped across a teasing ball for Alan to sweep home a delightful volley into the bottom corner from the edge of the box. Next up was James latching onto a monster goal kick from Kieran driving the ball home between the keeper’s legs from just outside the box. Mr. Thornton playing left midfield was soon on the act thumping home an equally impressive left foot drive from the edge of the box. The keeper really had no chance with the first three goals and BC took a firm grip of the game all over the park with Matt and Bill loving the possession and sending us on our way with some sharp precise passing. To their credit the Wolf held on and grew in confidence during the first half. Clive was lucky not to concede a nailed on penalty when he almost punched the ball out of the danger area and Kieran was brought into action to make a few timely saves. At the other end one of many forays ended with a great cross by Mark B finding Matt in space who coolly slipped the ball pass their keeper – HT 4-0.
The second half saw three goals in the first 12 minutes again. It was the Wolf though that scored first with a well worked move giving one of their pacey strikers a free run on Kieran who was totally exposed and could do nothing as the ball hit the back of the net. BC struck back straightaway as we worked the ball wide to Matt who fired over a cracking first time cross for James to nod home at the front post. Within a few minutes Mark B played a neat ball to James who rounded the keeper and fired in from a tight angle. The rest of the game was played at a good tempo and two more good goals from both sides – James bagging another just like his third from a tight angle and Jan taking his time as he picked his spot through a melee of players. Wolf scored from the spot and finished another good move but could have had two or three more if Kieran had not been out smartly to deny their speedy strikers who were causing Clive a few problems!!
Highlights of the day – Bill Morgan showing he still has it with a typically tenacious first half performance controlling the pace and bossing the centre of the park; Alan T showing some delightful touches throughout and scoring the best goal of the day – top strike; Andrew Marshall up to his old tricks on throw in duty; Mike Thornton showing his qualities at left mid (top goal) but showing us that centre back is somewhat out of his comfort zone; Neel Sinha getting through 60 minutes; Warren playing left back, right back, up top, centre back and left mid all in the same day; Angus Turnbull making his debut aged 12 making a trio of Turnbulls on the same pitch – what a scary thought – and James back on the score sheet after several weeks away….
MoM goes to Matt for a fine finish and a quality performance in the middle of the park, just pipping the ever dependable Harry who even got a stint up front albeit 4 minutes!!
Goals: Stephen Mangham, Robin Thullier
Man of the Match - Stephen Mangham
Match Report - Steve Clarke
50 Shades of Grey Hair
It's a whole different experience playing for the over 50s. Being a selection of older, wiser adults, you’d think the conversation would all be about the finer points in life -- philosophy, art, literature, porn -- and full of learned inspired insights. Not so. Conversation actually takes a while to get going as anecdotes run out of steam and loss of memory leaves stories drifting off into the ether. Communication only really becomes animated with talk of all the injuries we are currently experiencing and when advice is dished out on various ailments.
There was lively discussion of sciatica, arthritis, bursitis, osteoporosis, ulcers, thyroid disease, visual impairment and not forgetting loss of cartilage, slipped discs and the old favourite, urinary disorders. We were trying to remember when we played at the Padang before, or even if we had. A couple were even attempting to remember the last time they’d had an erection, and someone thought you could get pills for that but couldn't remember what they were called.
After the mammoth strap-on of elasticated bandages and supports, there came the photo call to remind us all that this actually happened and to serve as an inspiration for the younger generation that football playing doesn't stop once you reach drinking age. Chief photographer, Facebook guardian and archive recorder Grant gathered us together and said some would have to go down (ooh, ahh missus, obviously) – ‘Not on you Grant,’ some wag said. It was only when a few of us did go down that we realised the enormity of the request. There was much grunting and straining and twanging as we tried to get up again. Luckily they were a couple of under 50s to help us back to our feet.
Captain Morgan then spent half his team talk trying to remember who hadn't turned up, cleverly disguising the fact that he didn't actually have anything to say. He then proceeded to quote Steve Clark from his team talk a few weeks back at the same venue. Big mistake; he promptly lost all his listeners. SCC then decided to have a photo shoot of their own but sensibly had us all standing. We were then pointed in the direction of the pitch for the match and tried to remember which position we were playing.
We had no centre-forward and I wished I hadn't volunteered. I had a vague memory of playing up there at school but the memory turned out to be a false one. So it was a case of trying to emulate Spain with a false number nine.
And so to the action. And what a cracking match it wasn't!
The game started off slowly as bones creaked and muscles gradually started to stretch. A couple of people on the line made themselves comfortable and dozed in the late afternoon sun after a few minutes. Around 20 minutes the game hit the pace of a brisk afternoon stroll with a couple of players trying some power walking. Eventually BC took the lead when a good through ball found Stephen M and he coolly slotted home for a halftime lead.
Many wanted to get back on the pitch quickly for the second half before the body protested. The game carried on in much the same vane as in the first half with the teams taking it in turns to attack. We oldies are a polite bunch. Then the SCC came right back into it when a lucky toe poke squeezed into the bottom corner, but not perturbed the BC fought back and a good cross saw Robin rise a couple of inches from the ground to head what was to be the decisive goal.
We were solid in defense throughout and didn't look like conceding at all. Ian had a few shots straight at him but was not really troubled in goal and the BC played some good possession football as you would expect with so much experience in the side. We had a couple of one-on-ones with their 'keeper in the second half and thus could have won much easier, but all in all this was a good evening's work and a deserved victory.
It was good to see Jonny Ray back 'in action' along with that bloke with the good pictures on his phone, and Neil played well up front as did Robin in midfield, but with one goal and one assist I'll give MOM to Stephen M. And so to the bar where talk of the 'Good Old Days' could start for some, while others went home early no doubt hoping that their body would stiffen up in the right place after their cocoa.
The Bearded One
British Club Whites 3 – British Club Blues 3.
First 45 Minutes:
The first half of the match was a disappointing one for both sides. The drenched pitch made it difficult to control and play the ball along the ground. On numerous occasions the Blues fed the ball through the White defense, creating attacking opportunities, however, last minute tackles by the Whites meant no shots were taken early on in the match.
From here on, the only real chance created before a goal was scored, was again by a Blue attack, a through ball on the edge of the 18 yard box allowed for a shot but Nick (Whites keeper) made a fantastic save for the ball to be cleared away. Another frustrated chance wasted for the Blues.
Nevertheless, the Whites continued pressuring down the flanks, the Blue defense relentlessly resisting each attack, forcing the Whites to the side and not allowing any balls to be played into their 18 yard box. A few deflections and a number of tackles created a string of corners for the Whites, disappointingly, the Whites failed to connect and cause any trouble for the Blues. Similarly, the Blues attained a couple of corners. Unfortunately one of these corners resulted in a shot from a clearing head came to Nick (Whites keeper), who accidentally fumbled the ball – slipping under his grasp and into the goal.
Second 45 Minutes:
The second half of the match involved much more passing play, allowing both sides to create more one on one chances. The second goal came quickly for the Blues and was another unfortunate one for the Whites, a corner for the Blues led to a clearance from the White defence which came to Henry (Blues) on the edge of the 18 yard box, his powerful shot to the Whites far post, out of reach for Nick (whites keeper) took a deflection from a White midfielder into the back of the net.
With a 2-0 score line in favour of the Blues (both goals underserving) the Whites still pressed on. A formidable set of Blue attacks led to a succession of one on one shots against White keeper Nick who’s outstanding keeping denied the Blues of yet more goals. *Goal for the Whites brought them back into the game – name unknown* Even with the game still in reach the Whites looked increasingly inactive with their attacking play and for most of the rest of the second half, no real opportunities were created. With 10 minutes to go the game looked ever more as if it would end 2-0, however, a sequence of passes between Tom and Sam led to a perfectly placed through ball for James to slot home.
Only 5 minutes to go and an even score line the White’s took the lead with another goal taken from inside the 18 yard box with a placed shot (name unknown). The game now looked in favour of the Whites, however, the Blues instantly replied with a similar goal (name unknown) that was driven past the Whites keeper – an unfortunate turn for the Whites who could have stole the game if they had just prevented that last shot.
Man Of The Match: Whites keeper Nick
Apologies for the lack of names – I am still learning everyone’s names.
A friendly game organized for the Friday bank holiday , saw us lining up against our compatriots the welsh including Mr. Davies. Before I digress with our own mini horror story .
The night before I had been to the Halloween horror nights spectacular at universal studios picture it walking zombies , people with deformed heads , cuts , bruises + scars
( so kind of similar to seeing British Club football section at Changhi airport at 7.00 am )…….. , walking down “death alley” , locals trying to scare us senseless with their make up
and freakish screams when all they really needed was a couple of comfort city taxi drivers offering you a lift home as that's far more likely to give you heart failure , so playing the
Welsh surely was going to be a walk in the park well I thought so ……….surely a far more happier prospective !!.
To the event , well where to start score lines flatter this one does for sure ,the gaffer our very own convener , fixed income guru , supporter of great football teams gave the team talk
He had mentioned that the welsh team had been involved in a 22 man brawl the weekend before , BOTHERED we had a wolves fan , a few from north of the border ,
couple of cockneys a resident from Hull and some Tanglin students .
Grant then mentioned about their danger men referring to no 2 specifically , to which Ross (cries off ) “ NEWSFLASH titanic was sunk by an iceberg “
Stalker said exactly the same thing word for word !! as the gaffer was finishing his sentence !! confused I was for sure !!
So we knew their game plan the key was to stop that , they liked to play football so did we but the key was to shut them, down in their half .
Football is a game of two halves and this is a defining example of this .
I thought our first half performance was outstanding we let in a soft goal on one of their very few attempts on goal .
Bad marking let their no . 14 sneak a header in but after this we just stepped it up , Jim and Danny worked tirelessly on the flanks ,
Jamie and Robbie heaped pressure on their defense who couldn't manage a pass out of their own third , Heiko was mopping everything up in the middle , the defense were
untroubled really with Andrew playing in “an out of position “ Centre back role alongside the two Marks and Mike T. with Ross holding the fort in goal
I’ve been back a year playing for the ones twos and threes and I really thought the first half we just owned them and played some great football some of the best since I been back
some might not agree but how we were not at least 2 or 3 goals up I’ll never know . yours truly got the equalizer with Jim winning yet more possession on the left with a ball into
Jamie then to me struck with the right foot 1-1 game ON ! however we went into half time level and I think they must have thought very lucky to do so ,we picked up some injuries too
With MF ruled out of the second half .
Half time saw another prep talk from the guvnor and we were all really confident that we could get a good result here against let’s face it not a bad side who generally
played good football and were quite fair apart from the clown who was left back (not you Mr. DAVIES the guy in the second half !! ) .
Second half started and I really not sure what went wrong an unfortunate OG which would have been a certain goal otherwise from them saw us 2-1 down then again with no 14
scoring twice we were now 4-1 down and just struggling , won’t take anything away from them their no 10 and 13 started running the midfield more so and their defense
held a far better line .
On the other hand we started getting a bit “ niggly “ with them and each other , couple of rash challenges although grants quote when he mistimed his tackle by about 10 seconds
was “ that was Age NOT malice has to go down as the “quote of the match “
The fact we lost some players to injury plus others who had to leave early left a tiring final 11 didn't inspire us to any new levels
I thought our defense held well though but as much as we had chances we couldn't convert , they unfortunately did and 5 and 6 went in on the final whistle .
Disappointing to say the least I won’t lie a loss it was …. 3-1 would have been a fairer result but that is football ,
On the positive side some more younger guys into the fray which is great to see , almost makes the football section like” Soccatots “
these days (yes that is spelt with an O not an I for all you smart arses out there ).
MOM has to go to Andrew Reid who I though was outstanding at Centre back , some mazy runs almost like Alan Hansen –esque at times and general distribution and ease
in his “new position “ gave him my MOM
(I’m not a scouser fan at all but I just can’t think of a decent arsenal defender doing that of late !)
So to conclude disappointing and you could sense that post game , a rematch has to be done as I feel we would want to redeem that score line somewhat .
So ill finish with a joke to lighten up the negative finish .
A British club footballer (nameless )walks into the local disco , he spots a really large female unit on the dance floor (no this is not MFI ) and he walks up to her .
She says “ what’s your name love “?
British club footballer(nameless) replies “Sledge “
She retorts with a giggle “ is that because you are sleek and fast “(quite obviously she had been watching “nameless” at turf city of late )
BC footballer (nameless) says “no love it’s because I’m used to pulling dogs “ .