Sunday 17 February 2019

BFC 2-1 Wycombe Wanderers, Saturday 16th February 2019

‘I’ll come in your box anytime.’
It's a fine day as we head to Oakwell.

Another week, another win.
  It’s getting boring now.  And I don’t know if anyone else noticed, but Wycombe were another form side coming to t’Well, 11 points from their last 6, so were no mugs.  And so it proved in an entertaining first half which we largely controlled, yet Wanderers had their chances.  Cavare made an amazing block to prevent a certain goal at the Ponty End, while Davies later made a great save (ok, the ball was hit that hard it just hit him, but he was getting his body across the goal and deserved his piece of fortune).  But otherwise, it was all us.
Another week...another commemoration.  Gordon Banks R.I.P.

We’d taken an earlyish lead, on twelve or so minutes, as Bahre (in for the injured Kiefer) ghosted in from behind the defender and was taken out.
  The Wycombe fans we met later felt the player was already going down, but it looked stonewall to me; their lad simply hadn’t seen him and as he nicked the ball he was kicked.  Cauley stepped up to send the keeper the wrong way, 1-0. Otherwise, Penniless hit a 25 yarder which the keeper just about got to, while Mowatt missed the chance of the day, somehow missing from 8 yards with only the keeper to beat.  (Clue: it was on his right foot)
Cauley slots home the pen.

In the second half, we looked streets ahead of Wycombe but without anything to show for it, until some bloke called Hedges (Hedges!!) split the defence with a throughball down the left and Jacob Brown crossed the ball low for Cauley to run onto and hit first time high into the net. Pure class, Barnsley.
  And Hedges had only been on the pitch for a minute, having come on for Thiam (Stendel must have been confident; Thiam didn’t look injured).
Stadium improvements at t'Well.  New door on East Stand turnstiles.

Before then, one of their players got himself injured; maybe it was the way he landed? But it looked serious, cos he just didn’t move.
  Eventually, with physios and stretcher-bearers surrounding him, he recovered, which was good news as far as I was concerned, cos I was beginning to envisage another visit from the Air Ambulance and our match called off (honestly, I was concerned for their player to BEGIN with!)  Course, this meant 10 minutes of injury time (after 12 last week) and we were aiming for a 17:11 train out of Barnsley.  Andy I agreed: if we were two up we’d catch that train.
The Wycombe hordes.

So it was that we missed 5 minutes of the injury time, just as the match was (literally) kicking off.
   Challenges were flying in from all angles and McGeehan’s wild lunge on the halfway line resulted in a  yellow.  Stranger, their bloke reacts by getting up and pulling his HAIR.  Y’know, like a GIRL.  (Casual sexism ahoy!).  But seriously, if this was at school, back in the day, a boy pulling hair would’ve been laughed out of the place.  At least get sent off for PUNCHING McGeehan.  But I’m guessing ‘El-Abd’ is not from these parts and was brought up under a different set of cultural rules and expectations.  Still, it took the ref over a minute to send him off, as the player refused to answer to the incessant whistling.  Both Andy and I thought he’d have got away with a yellow had he come to the ref straightaway.
The Ponty v Wycombe.

Then we left, and apparently Wycombe scored a debatable pen.
  How does that happen?  They go down to 10 men and we find it MORE difficult?  But not to worry, it’s soon game over and Andy can put his phone in his pocket and breathe easy.  The promotion push continues.
In a word: cruising
Onwards and upwards!
*** Cauley Woodrow.  Another week, another two goals.  Kiefer who?
** Pinniloss.  Solid throughout and helped out in attack.
McGeehan.  Up and down, driving forward, getting shots off, finding his own men, winding the opposition up…

Londontykes' MOTM: TBA
Akinfenwa v Pinnock.  Spot the difference.

Despatches:
Davies was excellent in goal (again).  Lindsay and Pinnock were both excellent.  I really enjoyed the latter turning his man at one point and strolling out with the ball.  Bahre ran around doing I’m-not-quite-sure-what, while Mowatt was his tidy self.  There were several little one-touch moves around midfield that can unlock a defence in the blink of an eye (witness the 2nd goal). Brown had another good game, while Thiam looked good enough to keep on, but wasn’t.  Hedges got a good run out, but I can’t remember him doing owt beyond THAT pass, while Dougall was brought on late on to shore up things…but didn’t.
The Wycombe lads on the train said their keeper kept them in it (Cauley had a superb header superbly tipped over, denying him a hattrick).  Mind, they also said Davies was in the top 2 keepers in the division (they were young, bless).
And I presume everyone noted Moncur scored again for Luton?  That’s something like 4 in 130 minutes for them, as opposed to his 1 in 130 days for us.  (I haven’t worked that out, just a rough guess!)  Oh, and why did I explain several times in the club shop that the Toby Tyke gnome I was buying was mos' def' NOT for me.  It's for a friend in The Netherlands, honest.  No, REALLY.

Drink du jour: Late train meant time for a mere one (Weihanstephaner) in the #7. Stella and Kroney in the loud and quiet pubs in Donny.  Vodka and orange and a couple more wheat beers in the Parcel Yard.  

Away: 411.  

The Damage:
£8.30 train (due to refunds)
£3 prog
= £11.30

The Tunes:
Mixmag Sept 11 (Sven Vath)
Blue Bell Knoll (Cocteau Twins)

Panorama v Wycombe.
Match action in front of the old Main Stand.

Gordon Banks.  The only English goalkeeper to have won a World Cup.


Home Sweet Home.  The mean streets of Peckham.


Sunday 10 February 2019

Gillingham 1-4 BFC, Saturday 9th February 2019

‘Ah’m a northerner, ah’ve spit roasted animals’
A couple of randoms (true) pose in front of the legendary Gills' away end.

I love going to Gillingham.
  No, really.  Far enough out of London that it’s a bit of a trip, close enough that I can be home for 7…or close enough that I can say I’ll be home for 7 and scrape in for midnite.  That micropub was a cracker, though I don’t remember balancing an apple on my head (just seen a pic earlier).  How drunk was I?  And why not?  We’d just crushed the Gills with the minimum of effort, winning for all but the first 15 seconds of the game.  Wow!
Easy!  Easy!  Players and fans rush to mob Cauley.

If I said we’d already missed a chance before we scored, it shows our early (very early) domination.
  McGeehan coulda scored and Kiefer bagged the rebound.  We were even in the ‘stadium’ to see it, though it was at the far end.  Mowatt then cannons one of the bar from what looks like 3 yards, but could be 15 for all we know.  Every time we get the ball we look like we can cut Gillingham to bits, though they hit us on the break and Davies makes a decent stop.  Then, with half time looming, the Wing Wonder Mamadou crosses superbly to the back post and Cauley loops a header over the keeper and it drops agonisingly (for them) into the far corner.  F***ing yes!
The end we were scoring in, 1st half.

Unlike previous trips to the Priestfield ‘Stadium’ in February, the weather has been kind to us (apart from a small shower in the 2
nd half).  The sun is out, we are swanning around, fans are chanting something about Brazil and all is right in the world.  And it gets better, as Cauley crashes one in at the back post.  Was it off a corner?  Open play?  I don’t remember.  But his technique is second to none.  So he gets taken off.  (Does Stendel have something against goalscorers?  He took Thiam off last game having bagged…)  Shame for Woodrow, who was sniffing the hattrick.
Welcome to ....

We look so comfortable…we let them score, and still bag another.
  Dunno what quite happened for theirs, looked like it pinged around our box while everyone stood and stared.  For us, Brown (whothehell is Potts?) bags another, banging one in off the underneath of the bar.  Who doesn’t love those goals?  But inbetween we have real concern as Kiefer is carried off late on, after 10 minutes of medical help.  What’s that going over the hill?  Our promotion chances, probably.  Here’s hoping it’s ‘only’ concussion and he’ll be back in a week.  Out for the season and we’re relying on Cauley to complete his first 8 months of action since…well, since he was 12, probably.
Concern, as star striker Kiefer is laid out.

Still, the players get a great reception from the fans.
  We have put another side to the sword, scored 4 (again) and still look the best team in the division (‘IMHO’).  Fingers crossed for Kiefer!!!!!!!
In a word: blistering
Onwards and upwards!
*** Cauley Woodrow.  He’s playing in the wrong division.
** Brown.  Quick, skilful, scores goals, can find others with a pass.  I’m struggling to find fault with our former reserve right back / centre forward.
Mowatt.  Makes things look easy.  Cos they are, if you’ve got talent.
Londontykes' MOTM: 1= Brown / Mowatt / Woodrow
Full-time.  Goodbye Gillingham away end.

Despatches:
Everyone had a decent game individually.  And good to see Mr Pinnock (senior) as left.  He was in good spirits too.
Drink du jour: Well….cherry cider, strawberry cider…pale ale.  Owt but cooking lager (which is why we never saw Pompey and Tim in the pub, they’d gone to sniff out Fosters).  Could we stay down, just to go to that pub again?

Away: c.800.  But where were the home fans?  Struggling to make the 4000 barrier, very poor.

The Damage:
£18.90 train
£20 ent
= £38.90

Prog?  Yeah, if you see one.  How can we walk straight from town centre to away end and not a programme seller in sight?

The Tunes:
Let England Shake (PJ Harvey)
Stay Gold (First Aid Kit)
Summer Special (Euros Childs)
Vulnicura (Bjork)


Gillingham v Barnsley panorama
Turn left outside the station and keep walking...

Some dodgy characters getting frisked.

Our pleasure!

The most permanent temporary stand I know.

The teams ready themselves for kick-off.

The old folks are given some cover.

The old Main Stand.

Match action.

Either a very very good idea.  Or not.

The Barnsley hordes.

The KM Medway Stand.

The players await a corner.

Home, and the bright lights of Peckham.

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