Showing posts with label Barnsley v Cardiff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Barnsley v Cardiff. Show all posts

Thursday, 12 March 2026

BFC 1-1 Cardiff City, Tuesday 10th March 2026

’Steve Lowndes would wipe the f***ing floor with this lot.’
Well, I didn’t expect THAT. Not before the game, and definitely not 5 minutes after my entrance, as title-chasing Cardiff City open the scoring after yet another avoidable defensive mistake. Battling Barnsley are back! And, whisper it, a semblance of defensive organization, as we sit back second half in a low block and comfortably see out the draw.

Yes, I was late, Darrell, Nozzer and I prioritizing conversation (well, listening to Darrell) while supping deliciousness. Despite beating Exeter on Satdy, enthusiasm was low for yet another no-doubt dismal midweek outing at The Well. Don’t ever let me become an optimist. I’ll only be let down.

Yes, I was in my seat for 5 minutes before the ball sailed over Shepherd’s head at left back for the winger to control it and play it across for the inevitable tap-in. Whatthehell is Coach Conor doing giving this klutz a game? It’s bad enough that he was incapable of stepping back to get his head on the ball, but he also makes a pathetic attempt to cut out the subsequent cross. He is not a footballer. (Shepherd proceeds to have a very good game, actually.)

Loko makes a fair point about perhaps the goal being on Luca, O’Connell pointing at Connell to track the bloke who scores, but for me the goalscorer is for the centre half (O’Connell). I don’t blame Luca for trying to help out the hapless Shepherd instead. As it was, Luca was right, Shepherd wasn’t going to be capable in stopping the winger. Where Luca got it wrong was in perhaps not getting over quick enough.

Not long after, Bland fails to stop a cross from their left and it’s a free shot on the backpost for the Bluebirds. Thankfully, he’s too precise in keeping it down and it bounces over the bar. A let off. Luca and Bland then make a mess of it on the edge of our box and Goodman comes to the rescue. This could be a long nite.

But what’s this? We equalise soon after with another super team effort. Yoga wins the ball back (after giving it away in the first place, cunning) and plays Bradshaw down the right. His cross is drilled across goal. McG doesn’t get there, but takes 2 defenders with him, leaving Banks free behind him. The loanee controls it, steadies himself, and finds the bottom corner. Composure.

Then McG blazes one over from close range. Incredible. I would’ve put Reedy’s new house on him scoring. I wouldn’t mind, but in the Wycombe programme last week he described how when everything’s going in, you just have the confidence to hit it 1st time. It might also have been the first Reds goal I’m describing this season that involved Bland kicking the ball FORWARD, playing in O’Keeffe for the cross. Oh well, next time! (I won’t mention the highlights showing Bland again failing to cut out a cross, though the fact O’Keeffe was upfield means that Conor’s ‘total football’ tactics include central midfielders slipping into right back when Corey goes wandering/marauding.)

It’d been an entertaining half, very open, and we more than matched them. However, the second half seemed spent mostly in our territory, but without Cardiff ever threatening. Yes, Goodman pulled off the odd save, but nothing I wouldn’t expect any 3rd division goalkeeper to do. Our defensive positioning was its strongest all season. Even Cleary chased back to make the odd tackle after coming on! (Up there with hen’s teeth and Bland forward passes. Maybe the message is getting through.)

Yes, Coach Conor sent on the finishers...Cleary and Phillips (for Banks and Bradshaw) and hopes were high we’d become more attacking, but it never happened. The one shot we had on target (McG, edge of the box) I missed cos I’d gone to the toilet. (Goodman was injured.) But we battled, and it was great to see. Indeed, even the crowd responded, with a few rounds of ‘Come on you Reds’. Small steps, but it’s a start. Now, if we can win our (other) games in hand...

Onwards and upwards!

*** Goodman. Regulation saves, but what impressed me most was his coming out for catches and punches. Someone’s had a word.
** McGoldrick. If he could finish…he was everywhere. His all-round game (doesn’t ‘all-round’ include goalscoring?) was incredible, again. At one point I definitely had him down as our best defender and best midfielder.
* Yoganathan. Continues to grow into his attacking role.

Official MOTM: Goodman

Londontykes’ MOTM: 1. Yoganathan 2. MdG 3. McGoldrick

Despatches:
Do I have anything to add? Not really. Everyone played their part in nulling the Bluebirds. But thinking of future games, I wondered why yesterday, Barnsley FC were giving me ticket details for a game at Easter (Burton away) yet Northampton in a couple of weeks is strangely quiet on the ticket front. Turns out it’s international weekend. What will we do? Have it postponed if our international superstars are away and we’ve a mathematical chance of the play-offs? Or just play it? Northampton are getting relegated, and increasing the fixture pile-up might risk injury in the run-in. I know I’ve raged against games getting postponed this season, but these were HOME games, which also cost the club money. This time it’s costing Northampton money, so I’ve not especially got an opinion. Well, actually, I have. Just play it. S*** or bust. (Oh, and wasn’t Northampton home one of those games we chickened out of, only to eke a draw against them in the replay!?)

Drink du jour: Duvet Vous New England IPA at Heaven and Ale. Very nice.

Away: 977 (9,677). I’m sorry, but this bunch really are Mickey Mouse. Chasing the title, from a city of 600,000+, they bring less than a grand. ‘But it’s midweek and so far away.’ Shut up. They only bring 1500 on a good day. File under ‘teams I irrationally really really dislike’. It’s a long list.

The Damage:
£7 petrol
= £7

Tuesday, 10 March 2020

BFC 0-2 Cardiff City, Saturday 7th March 2020

‘I didn’t know that’s why they called Clive Baker ‘The cat’.

Welcome to ...

What a week to put in the most anaemic performance of the season.
  Did nobody tell them our Championship future is on the line?  Honestly, you’d never believe we were fighting to avoid relegation.  It had end of season nothing to play for all over it.  We were pathetic.  We didn’t even manage a single shot on target.  At home.  Against Cardiff City.

Toby posing for the camera.

The only thing as bad as the players were the fans.
  Not a single chant till halfway through the second half – so it came as some surprise to hear the PA tell the Ponty End off for inappropriate chanting.  None of us heard anything from the East Stand and Jonesy said he never heard any chants from where he sits in front of the usual suspects.  Rumour has it one fool had shouted something he shouldn’t, and BFC, after the James McClean debacle, need to be seen to act.

A racist, homophobic, nationalistic home end.  Not that I heard.

One set of fans who undoubtedly did chant nasty horrible things against our dear beloved country were Cardiff City.
  But, really, it’s coming to something when Welsh people can’t chant ‘Ingerland is full of s***’.  I despair.  (On an associated note, I still wouldn’t have a problem with Cardiff joining the Welsh League, if they’re that bothered.)
I’d have certainly been irritated were I an away fan at nil-nil when we got away with MURDER.  Collins, under zero pressure, dropped a ball, their player nicked it and Collins simply took him out.  Penalty all day long, and a sending off to boot, given he made no attempt to get the ball.  The player himself would have had a tap-in to an empty net.  The officials gave a goal kick.  We looked a gift horse in the mouth and said ‘no thanks, we’re not interested.’

The Cardiff 'hordes'.

The goal was coming.
  Everyone said it, and despite its scrambling nature, was fully deserved, despite a defender (Ben Williams?) clearing it off the line initially.  And while fans started to flood out with over a quarter of the game to go, Cardiff scored a second.  I was barely aware we’d kicked off after the first, but Halme still had time to allow a through ball to curl around him for Paterson to confidently score.  That’s two goals in two games he’s been at fault for.  Who’s coaching him?  Mads?

Hope has just climbed on that gift horse and is galloping out of town. 

Onwards and upwards!
*** Sollbauer.  Calm and measured.  Official MOTM.
** Ludewig.  Defence never looked in danger (!)
No-one.  None of the rest looked interested.

Londontykes' MOTM: 
1. No-one  2. Sollbauer  3. Ludewig

Nevermind a lack of chants...0-2 sees a lack of fans in the Ponty.  Pathetic.

Despatches:

I started the day in a bad mood anyway.  I can’t remember there being so many Dirty Leeds scarves in Kings Cross as there were on Satdy.  Are they doing well?  Why do we have to share a home game with them every week?  A new nadir this time round, as we’re on a table behind a bunch of them.  Only they’ve got a soundcube and they’re playing some godawful Dirty Leeds tune of theirs on it.  Fair play, they weren’t from round these parts.  But when they played it again, I had to have a word.  A message to the effect that it’s not just us who’re not interested in hearing it.  I was rather measured, if I say so myself. 

It was a lighter mood on the way back, possibly cos we had Nice Guy Chris with us.  Especially when he found out that Clive Baker was nicknamed ‘The Cat’ because he made miaow noises when in goal!  And we’d also had a good session in the Old #7.  You can’t let BFC (or Dirty Leeds) ruin a day out.

The players?  Don’t mention them to me.  The only one outside the top 3 who looked like he was trying was Brown…and he was still garbage.  Schmidt came on with 10 mins left and I took a sweep on how many touches he’d have.  2.  One to control it, one to pass it back to the keeper.  Hapless.  Special mention to for Ritzmaier...if I was being generous, I'd say the harder he tried, the worse he got.  As Loko said, he's never seen anyone play so poorly and survive three substitutions.'  We were that bad.



The old Main Stand.

Drink du jour: Leffe, Weihenstephaner, JD and Coke

Away: 820.  Big club, Cardiff.

The Damage:

£28 train
£25 home shirt
£15 3rd strip shorts
= £68
The Tunes:
Euroleagues Podcast (BBC)
Classics (Dave Angel)
Coles Corner (Richard Hawley)



East stand panorama
Who doesn't want a BFC-Oxford half and half scarf?

Looking towards the away end.

The view from Blackfriars' Bridge, Satdy morning.

The detour to Oakwell.

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

BFC 0-0 Cardiff City, Tuesday 4th April 2017

‘Dogs Welcome. Please tie all children to the post outside.’

Town centre improvements/destruction continue.

If I wanted to watch paint dry, I’d have stayed in London.  But, tiring of coating the walls of my flat, I had to make a beeline for Oakwell and the midtable clash between the Super Reds and the Bluebirds. With one win in 11, I’d hate to miss it when we do finally win a game. I shouldn’t have worried.  It really was like watching paint dry.  Cardiff came for the draw and we’ve proved all season we can’t break down these teams, even with 72% possession.  

Heading towards Oakwell.

Early doors sounded exciting – but I was outside.  Dragging one’s self away from the pub is proving harder and harder these days.  I also killed a few minutes climbing the stairs to go in the upper tier.  With my dad not coming, it was a chance to enjoy a room with a view.  And it was nice to watch the sun set over Barnsley.  I struggle to remember owt on the pitch, as we allegedly kicked towards the Ponty. 

The Ponty v Cardiff.

Second half, we went close early on, a give-and-go from Janko resulting in him being able to get a shot off from the angle (saved) and Hammill’s follow-up being blocked.  It was a false dawn.  Cardiff happily ceded possession, got men back, and showed zero ambition in coming forward.  (Why?) Marley had a shot saved from the right, and later missed the chance of the match.  The ball sat nice for him on the bounce, 12 yards out.  All he had to do was pull the trigger, but instead, he elected to cut inside, where he lost it (the ball that is; his confidence in his shooting looks lost already).

The old Main Stand.

So there it was.  The only other entertainment lay in the ref’s handling of Bamba, a lumbering wreck of a defender who had disaster written all over him. Already booked, he dragged Scowen back as we broke (the BBC website says Bradshaw…maybe it was…but then again the papers said that late shot against Washday was Armstrong, when it was Hamill).  Where was I?  Oh yeah, the ref played advantage, none accrued, so he gave the free kick and while everyone is waiting for the inevitable 2nd yellow, Bamba rolls around on the floor.  The physio comes on…the crowd are now getting restless…a few ‘off off  off’ chants (about the only chants of the nite, I might add)…and the longer it takes, the more you KNOW the ref is gonna bottle it.  Unbelievable.  Does he not want a promotion to the Premier League?  We’d have half an hour against 10 men, surely enough time for Cardiff to nick one on the break?


A sparsely populated away end.

Reds fans afterwards were also on the back of their keeper, who’d ‘wasted time’ in feigning injury early on.  Could said Reds fans (Molly was one) please note, the keeper went off at half time, injured And given he’d ran into Marley, I’m not surprised.

*** Janko.  Go on then.  Twitter MOTM, and the bloke next to me named him before the announcement.  Defended well, got forward, looked keen.  Perhaps he’s one loanee we might keep next year?
** Jones.  Another curveball. The left back impressed tonite, in particular going forward and getting a couple of shots off.
* Davies.  Ok, nought to do bar smothering a throughball and catching a couple of crosses, but after Satdy, a faultless display.

Londontykes' MOTM:  1. Janko  2. Jones  3. James



The view from up back.
Despatches:
Bradshaw again looked like a decent player in need of a partner up front.  Marley was allowed that grace once he was pushed up with sub Armstrong who didn’t even flatter to deceive this week. My new favourite player Kent got 20 odd minutes with which to impress.  And he certainly did that, losing the ball on the halfway line for their best break.  Though my personal fave was when he cut inside and beat one player, two players…before the 3rd took it off him.  As predictable as day following night. Mowatt was crap again while James played some nice balls, but none of which threatened.  Scowen was his usual hare ‘em scare ‘em and possibly a contender for Top 3.  

Later, at Chez Salisbury, we tried to remember who our only home victories have been against since August.  Dirty L**ds, Blackburn and ……..Norwich City.

Oh well – it was a night out.  Unbeaten in 4 home games!  (Without a home win in 7.)

Onwards and upwards! 

Drink du jour: A cheeky red win on the train up, Erdinger in the pub...and a Baileys on the rocks at Salisbury's later!

Away: 183, according to the PA.  Never in a million years.  120 max.  It’s like claiming the crowd was 10,800.  Oh.

The Damage:
36 train

The Tunes:
Vulnicura (Bjork)
Trans Europe Express (Kraftwerk)
Tongue ‘n’ Cheek (Dizzee Rascal)
The Digging Remedy (Plaid)
So Tonight That I Might See (Mazzy Star)
Reading, Writing and Arithmetic (The Sundays)
Forever Gold (Patsy Cline)


Panorama v Cardiff.

Sunset over t'well.

183 away fans.  Allegedly.  These 'big' teams, eh!?

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