Wednesday 29 November 2023

BFC 1-0 Wycombe Wanderers, Tuesday 28th November 2023

‘When I was younger, I once dressed up as Stevie Wonder’

*you should have seen the photo. Imagine a 50 year old white woman all blacked up with a reggae wig. I am STILL laughing, though I know I'm not allowed to these days...
Never leave early. Never. Otherwise, you might just miss out on the goal of the season. Well, when I say ‘goal of the season’, I can confidently say I have NEVER seen a goal like Cosgrove’s injury time winner. Their keeper, as part of a timewasting routine he/they’d spent the second half perfecting, has the ball at his feet, taunting the Reds forward into running towards him before he picks it up. Cosgrove has slowed, but there’s a coming together. The keeper goes down theatrically, but drops the ball in the process. Cosgrove (‘sponsored by Rapid Response’...I’d have previously said ‘Vapid Response’) is onto it in a flash, rounds the keeper and puts it into an empty net. Time stands still. The ref, 40 yards up the pitch, is in line with both players (meaning he can’t see the keeper, nor the collision, given Cosgrove’s size). Everyone holds their breath and waits for the whistle for a free kick. The pause is interminable...but the ref points to the spot. HE’S GIVEN IT! I can only presume he’s had a word in his ear from the linesman, who’s in line (!) with the incident and can point out how Cosgrove had virtually stopped and the keeper made a meal of it. Either way, WOO HOO, we’ve won!

Or have we? Was that 3 minutes into seven (actually 10) minutes injury time? In the very final minute, Wycombe get a free header off a corner. We all wait for the ball to smash the net, only it’s wide. I wonder aloud ‘Was the keeper blocked, or just stood on his line like a lemon?’ The lady in front of me turns around. ‘A lemon.’ Then turns back. We really have won.

I guess here is where I say we fully deserved it, after yet another entertaining, enthralling devil-may-care attacking performance. Or b) 70 minutes of turgidity (please tell me I have invented a word), brought almost to life by Styles being hauled, McAtee dropping to a #10 role, and Jalo causing carnage everytime he had the ball. And, dare I say it, Cosgrove on...whatever the hell he does. (‘err...last minute winners?’)

Within minutes of dropping deeper, McAtee put the ball into open goal areas for our centre forwards (Cole and Cosgrove...’CAC’ for short) to comprehensively avoid. The first, McAtee whips it across goal with the outside of his right boot and Cole is centimetres from touching it in. Cole has no sense that this ball is going to be put into a place he couldn’t possibly miss from. The second was arguably worse, as a ball 3 yards from goal appears to go THROUGH Cosgrove, then Cole, with the keeper stranded. Add the open goal Cole wasn’t fast enough to react to in the first half, that’s a hattrick any ‘sniffer’ would’ve had. He gets hauled for a teenager (Jalo).

It’s now Jalo’s turn to shine. He’s only been given 6 mins (plus injury time) but he runs at the opposition and 2 are booked for hacking him down. The first, the ref plays the advantage and Jalo problies thinks the ref’s not seen it, the 2nd, he nutmegs a defender by the corner flag and is scythed down before he reaches the box. There should have been a third, as he’s wrestled to the floor after the ball is gone, but I guess the ref missed it, following the ball (it was THAT late). Now, is Jalo absolutely brilliant, or was he playing against a tiring defence? And were they deliberately targeting him cos he’s a youngster? Or were they swinging an angry leg at a player who’s a different level? It was certainly an interesting 15 minutes of cloggers (plural) v class.

I’ve seen we had 2 (TWO) shots on target. I can’t remember the other one. If our xG v Lincoln 1st half Satdy was 0.07 (and it included a Cadden 25 yarder well saved), then what was the first half xG for THIS? It was appalling. So another ‘good performance’ from the manager. I think it’s these comments, rather than results, which will do for him in the end. You can fool some of the fans all of the time, all of the fans some of the time, but never all of the fans all of the time. We had another manager fairly recently who liked to polish a turd. Who was it? Asbaghi? Schopp? I can’t remember, but one of them who saw a different game to the masses, never changed his views, and was eventually sacked to no-one’s sorrow*.

*by ‘masses’ I mean those of us willing to sit through this. I’d be amazed if there were even 8,000 in the ground last nite, though the gate was never announced. (10,466, allegedly.)

Half-time came, and once Nozzer recognised me he came over. (I’d cunningly disguised myself with clever use of a pair of reading glasses; otherwise, my attire was as it is every game...red coat, dark blue boot cut jeans, trainers, oversize handknitted red and white scarf...devilishly handsome looks) And the mild mannered janitor had something to say for himself, as he vented spleen on that there ‘performance’. What a rant that was. Truth be told, I think he was just cold and was trying to warm himself up. I enjoyed it. I thought ranting about our ineptitude was one of my ‘skillz’. Word to the wise though: if you want a warm, have a go on the hand dryers in the toilets, they’re lovely and normally restore my moral at HT...ready for a rant! Mind, it was cold. When people say ‘it was freezing’. Can I just say the proof in the pudding was that I had to de-ice my car when I got back to it?

Onwards and upwards!

*** Connell. Lasted another 70 odd minutes and was the class act in our side, reading the game, making passes (short and long), putting in tackles. Just needs his energy back for those drives forward!
** Jalo. It was a cameo, but what a cameo. As long as we give this lad the ball at his feet, we’ve half a chance.
* McCart. Two crucial blocks, one in either half, preventing possible/probably goals.

Official MOTM: Connell

Londontykes’ POTY: 1. Connell 2. McAtee 3. Jalo

Despatches:
Did I say one of their players got a red card for arguing about the goal? I’m not surprised. Imagine if THEY’D scored that goal, what a rumpus there would have been at Oakwell. But let’s not forget, the keeper only had it in his possession cos after a corner he went down pretending to be injured. Tw*t. (Twit!) Similar happened first half too. A corner is cleared to our right, we’re about to whip it back in when a Wanderer is seen lying on the floor holding his head. It’s all defenders have to do these days, go down, holding your head, drop ball, danger averted. My dad always used to moan on that football should take a leaf out of rugby’s book and allow the physio on during play. You’ll soon see who’s play-acting then!

Although we had most of the ball and play, Wycombe had a few breaks they could have done better with. Kane gave the ball away cheaply, leaving Jordan exposed, but thankfully he coped / Wycombe messed up the pass, 2 on 1. Did I say it was the same team as Satdy, meaning another chance for Kane to do nothing further up the pitch? Styles managed this too. Imagine a player who gets 90 minutes for Hungary not being able to pull up trees in the English 3rd division. Puskas must be turning in his grave. Hauled after 60. Same as Satdy v Lincoln, Cosgrove on (CAC!) and McAtee dropping...and McAtee looking different gravy to Styles. 74,. Connell tiring, on comes Phillips. Did he do more or less than nothing? Back in defence, Cadden was his dependable self. Between him, Cotter and De Givigny (from a half cleared corner) there were 3 delicious balls into the ‘corridor of uncertainty’ for Cole to hide behind numerous defenders rather than bust a gut to run to that front post. (Part of me wants to commend the Wycombe defending, but it’s EVERY GAME.) Ahh, Cotter. He has two games, worldie and worldly awful. It was the turn of the latter last nite. Couldn’t put a foot right, yet still wasn’t as bad as the last home game (Fleetwood). Falling over, losing the ball, crossing it into Row Z...he has a plethora of abilities. Over ambitious shooting too, as he attempted a 25 yarder with a defender right in front of him (blocked). But if you saw what we had up front...Anyway, O’Keefe came on and his first input was to let a gentle ball go under his foot for a throw. (Insert blaspheme here.) De Givigny I didn’t really notice. But it got me thinking….is he standing out above McCart every game purely cos he’s in the middle of the three, thereby gets to do a lot of the easy stuff? Anyway, just a thought. Did he have the header which for all the universe looked over, but somehow hit the bar? (The keeper collected the rebound as we stood and watched.) Jordan played quite well, but I am starting to be of the opinion he’d better out wide, with Lopata in the back 3. Though that would bring an end to my love affair with Cotter. Brilliant, or batsh*t, at least he invokes SOMETHING, at least he makes me feel SOMETHING. I could watch Kane all day and never get beyond ‘meh’. Kilip? Nothing to do apart from come out and claim that last minute corner. He didn’t.

Drink du jour: Leffe in Wetherspoons with the Galvins. And I hope Lord Selwood will be proud of me…I had the vegetarian curry! (‘as part of a calorie controlled diet’…as the ads used to say.)

Away: c.200. It was never announced. Perhaps another victim of our lack of admin campaign (Horsham anyone?)

The Damage:
c.£8 petrol
= c.£8

Sunday 26 November 2023

Lincoln City 2-2 BFC, Saturday 25th November 2023

‘F*** the cup, we’re going up.’
It pays to travel with Molly. You learn stuff. Like Lincoln cathedral used to be the tallest (manmade?) structure in the world and Sam, his cat, won European Cat of the Year three years in a row. Quite the achievement, though Selwood tells me his cat was World Champion. But these were fallow years, Redfearn not yet entering. Ahhhh, cats…do yer really wanna know what sets Lincoln apart in the away day world? No, it’s not the cathedral. It’s not the castle. Nor is it the charming olde world cobbled high street. It’s the cat café…which Sarah, Moll and I went to post-match. Whoooo’s a tiger…..YOU’RE a tiger!

The match? Rubbish. One of the worst two-all draws I’ve ever seen. 1st half, we had ONE shot on target, a Cadden 25 yarder from a well worked corner. (A similar corner later on had me firing off ‘PHILLIPS IS BACK’ on WhatsApp. And he was back…hitting the ball 10 yards over the stand (nevermind the goal)). Still, there were 4 minutes of the first half where we WEREN’T behind, as Jordan seizes the opportunity to foul their player as he nips into a gap. I thought it was a pen,. Others didn’t…including a bloke I chatted to at half time. ‘Never a penalty’ he said, ‘though I didn’t see it, ah was having a p***’. It was one of those. If it’s us, never in a million years. If it’s them, the ref can’t wait to point to the spot. Yes, the player was looking for it, but Jordan fell for it and contact was made.

Second half, game is going nowhere. Luca Connell is back in midfield, but he’s performing the Kane role. Neat and tidy simple passes, keeping possession, but zero runs forward and even fewer tackles. Kane is a bit further up, being totally anonymous without easy possession being given to him on the halfway line. Completing the midfield was Styles, whose one contribution I remember was losing it and then chasing 20 yards to win it back. He could’ve saved his energy by getting the pass right in the first place.

Up top, Cole and McAtee were this week’s Chosen Ones. Devante Cole. That lucky streak…sorry, that streak he had in August and September looks a long way off. Hopefully the last couple of months will assuage those who worried we’d lose him in January. There can’t be a team in the Championship he’d improve….in a league containing both Rovum and Sheffield Wednesday (pride of South Yorkshire). McAtee flitted around and got his reward for his movement by tapping in the winner. Well, it would have been the winner, had we been able to defend a late corner

Yes, tis true. From going nowhere fast, we scored twice in 4 minutes midway through the second half. I suspect the equaliser could be my highlight of the season. No, not the goal, good as it was….Cotter ghosting in on the backpost to send it the opposite way past the keeper. No, stood behind the goal, and bouncing down the terrace in delirium, I’m forced to sidestep a couple of bodies rolling on the concrete. ‘He doesn’t half look like Molly’ I thought. ‘And is that Nozzer?’ Yes, making the mistake of stepping into the aisle, they were mown down by their younger brethren. Quite literally ‘bodies everywhere’. Credit where it’s due though, while I tried to spin round Molly the Teenage Quinquagenarian Mutant Ninja Turtle and get him on his feet, concerned fans came to the aid of Nozzer. Luckily, no damage was done, though let’s be honest – worthwhile collateral damage for a Reds equaliser. (They wisely stuck to their seats as McAtee put us ahead.)

88 minutes on the clock, Lincoln are awarded a corner (apparently it should have been a goalkick, but there’s nothing to stop us defending said corner). It’s at the far end, and it looks like Kilip has dropped it for tap-in. Apologies. Turns out the defence allow a free header, keeper parries, and defence allows the rebound. The draw’s a fair result, and reward for excellent home support. Mind, our side appeared inspired the 5-10 minutes after a round of ‘How s*** must you be, it’s only one nil?’. Perhaps the players need more discouragement.

Onwards and upwards!

*** Ethel. Relaxed, calm, stayed by our side throughout.
** Alfie. Only appears once the chicken’s out…but my, what a magnificent beast.
* Skul. Played on despite an obvious injury (forced to wear the ‘cone of shame’)

Sorry, I mean:

*** Cotter. Lost it more than any other player – cos he tried to make things happen more than any other player. Quality finish for goal.
** Cadden. Apart from losing the ball once taking the fullback on, never put a foot wrong.
* No idea. I’ve hammered everyong else. Kilip. One-on-one save, 1st half, late save from corner.

Londontykes’ MOTM: 1. Cadden 2. Cotter 3. Connell

Despatches:
It gets forgotten, but we coulda been two down, The Frenchman giving the ball away as last man. Thankfully, an unconvincing finish and Kilip saves. In the meantime, did we miss a chance? I don’t think we did. Cole’s one touch was to completely mess up a backheel as we broke in a promising position. Cosgrove came on, and Reedy marvelled at how such a huge bloke can’t win a header. (Well, if YOU were carrying that weight, could YOU jump?) Oh, and I liked the look of the #4. Whothehell is he? Turned out to be Lopata, on for Cotter after 86. Russell came on for Connell after 87. They scored after 88. Just saying.

Are we getting promotion? At 2-1, the fans loved a bit of ‘F*** the cup, we’re going up’. But I can’t help feeling this was purely cos it rhymes and my ‘F*** the cup, we’re finishing ninth’ just wasn’t catchy enough. And who wanted a cup run anyway? Who wanted to see us play at Sutton for the first time in our history, before a plum 3rd round victory at Old Trafford, or Anfield, followed by the inevitable march on a historic double Wembley trip – semi and final – FA Cup victory, Europe next season…etc etc. No, I’d rather we can’t fill in a bit of paper properly and get kicked out. I can do without the expense next season of a European tour. F*** the cup.

Drink du jour: Fierce and Noble Edelweiss wheat beer in BeerHeadz. Reedy comes good again.

Away: c.1,800 (sellout)

The Damage:
£20 ent
c.35 petrol
= c.£55

Wednesday 22 November 2023

Bradford City 5-1 BFC, Tuesday 21st November 2023

‘You need tablets. Ask Groundsman Al. He has everything.’
It’s my first away game in West Yorkshire as a West Yorkshire Tyke. Hicksy tells me I’ll never forget this. God, I hope that’s not the case. Bring on the Alzheimers is wot I say, though in fairness, as I try to remember previous visits to Valley Parade (sorry, the ‘University of Bradford Stadium’), I forget one. A quick rundown: one-all c.1985, when Bradford had a PROPER team, McCall, Hendrie, et al. Caged in behind a fence that went up to the roof on a packed little terrace behind the goal. Then there’s the last time I went...was that one-all? I dunno. End of season, and Reedy and I couldn’t see the 1st half cos of a huge speaker dangling from the roof. Last, and least, a four-nil battering with Brooce Dire up front. What a day that wasn’t. (I believe the following away game we got battered three-nil at Gillingham). Did we go down that season?

The latter was good practice for tonite, our 3rd group game of the newly sponsored ‘Bristol Street Motors Trophy’. Catchy. Tho instead of Dire, Mitch Ward, Chris Morgan, we had…well, about 9 players I’d never heard of, with Luca Connell in midfield and Cosgrove up top. It was literally men v boys, as our juniors rocked up to get a pasting off the big men. At one point, I looked at our front 4 and I swear they weighed less than their back 3 (who were huge, it has to be said). Was it their 4th goal, where one player bulldozes his way through 2 pussycats masquerading as centre halves? We were soft all over the pitch and I’ll go so far as to say that not one of these juniors will be playing for the Reds in 2 years time. I tell you how bad it was – Barry Cotter came on after 62 minutes and looked the best player on the park. At centre forward. Great 20 odd yard strike too (at five nowt down) which Hicksy missed cos he was taking a pic of the scoreboard.

He’d have missed the opener too, had I not told him to look around as we entered the stadium. The ball was curling in from the right, asking to be headed in. ‘Get in!’ my compadre exclaimed, pumping his fist…before realising it was the opposition. ‘Why’d you tell me to look round if it’s not us?’ The game is 2 minutes old. 15 minutes later and Andy Cook bangs in a low one from the edge of the area. I’d swear it was next to the keeper (a bloke who was relegated out of the EFL last season). Oh well, it’ll give me something to say to Andy’s mum next time I’m in Ferryhill Co-op. Not long after the half hour, it’s 3-0 and the game is up. How many will they get? Shepherd, favourite to get to the ball, slows up, allows his opponent to get there first, then stands bamboozled as said player rifles it in from an angle. Pontefract Colliery we signed him from. It shows.

Half-time entertainment is brought to you by the hospitality industry, as I stand enthralled through a conversation about beer pipes at Houghton Main Sports Club. (@Hicksy...I know that’ll come across as sarcasm, but I really did enjoy the conversation; it’s a window into another world for me.) I still have no idea where Houghton Main is, but I know it sometimes gets a mention in the Chron playing the likes of Dodworth in some County League or other.

Second half, we enjoy a period of nothingness, before the manager hauls Connell and Cosgrove (presumably with Satdy in mind). 4 mins later we have conceded 2 and they’re up to 5. Did I tell you how bad it was? Some bloke called Oduor (remember him!?) scores. My God. Has the Earth stopped rotating on its axis? The last 25, we’re arguably the better team. A couple of even younger players come on and they actually run about, while Cotter dominates the forward line. One of these kids misses a sitter, somehow hitting the keeper from 6 yards. That memory will die with him, cos he’s not gonna get a better chance to score for the Reds. Never. But they still drag one wide with the keeper to beat. I can handle five, six is another matter. Still, it’s a dead rubber, both qualify, it doesn’t matter...*

*Nozzer told me the winners get home advantage next round, so it DID matter. Our line-up and performance said something else.

Onwards and upwards!

*** Cotter. Get him up front!
** Atkinson. Best of the rest.
* Ackroyd. Came on, ran about.

Londontykes’ POTY: 1. Cotter 2. Atkinson 3. Ackroyd

Despatches:
DO NOT drive into Bradford. Least not till the end of 2024 (so the signs told me, once I was firmly ensconced in traffic). The city centre is being ripped up and it is a NIGHTMARE. So much for parking up in the centre and finding the others in North Parade. I’d had enough…then accidentally parked over the road from possibly Bradford’s finest pub, the Boar and Fable (4.8 on Google!) My mood instantly improved. It didn’t last.

The players? I was kidding about only knowing Connell and Cosgrove. We had Aiden Marsh up top. Useless. And wasn’t it good to see Conor McCarthy, back after a year out with injury? No. O’Keefe? Yes, he was there. I noticed Yoganathan, but that’s cos he’s of Sri Lankan descent and 6 foot odd of string. Atkinson impressed, twice...our only shot on target 1st half (a 20 yarder with power, tho easily saved) and a beautiful bit of skill to set the left wing back away. Oh yeah, Dodgson played. I found out last week he’s not even one of our own. The manager likes to drop Cadden to give a Burnley yoof gametime. Brilliant. Rightfully booked for a cynical trip on the halfway line. Pontefract Colliery’s Jack Shepherd also got himself brainlessly sent off in injury time, at 5-1 down, by hauling back a striker who’d be clean through. Such footballing intelligence gives him half a chance at Oakwell. ‘But it shows he cares’ I said to no-one looking for an argument. He’s rubbish.

Roll on Satdy.

Drink du jour: Vocation Vanishing Point. Very nice, and wants to be at 6 quid a pint. Still, it HAD come all the way from Hebden Bridge…

Away: 603. I think they claimed the attendance was 1,700. Never. There were as many Reds fans as Bradford.

The Damage:
£7 ent (inc £2 p&p)
£1 parking
= £8
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