Showing posts with label Barnsley v Rotherham United. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Barnsley v Rotherham United. Show all posts

Saturday, 1 November 2025

BFC 0-1 Rotherham United, Saturday 25th October 2025

‘I’ve definitely tried. Oh yes.’
It’s all my fault (again). Barnsley FC tell me on Twitter that it’s Josh Earl’s birthday. It would be remiss of me not to tell him to have the day off, and he does. Not even in the squad. By full-time, I am almost missing him, cos if there’s ONE thing he CAN do (cos defending isn’t up there) it’s his ability to ping a ball 50 yards to the right wing. Connell can’t even do that, not even at 40 yards. Or 30. Still, at least Connell’s losing the ball trying something POSITIVE. What about the rest?

I’ve seen this game before. In fact, the last home game (Port Vale). A defender misses an incredible opportunity to score early on (MdG, Satdy, Earl v Port Vale) and then we proceed to create absolutely nothing for nigh on 90 minutes. As Shirley Bassey once sang, ‘it’s all just a little bit of history repeating.’ To be fair to MdG, he’s running across goal and it flicks off his head. Roberts, stood behind him, would have had a free header. The ball diverts to the back post, where McGoldrick, fresh from his hattrick in midweek, heads it against the post from 2 yards. It’s all us.

I think McGoldrick has one other shot all game, into the crowd. (He also has a header straight at the keeper, I’ve seen the highlights.) He should stick to playing tweenies, his 3 goals against Manure’s juniors being one more than he’s scored in the league all season. Still, at just 37 he’s got time to improve. He was that desperate Satdy that he tried taking players on. Just twice, but enough to know he can’t.

Our only other worthwhile opportunity was Connell’s free kick, a pearler of a 25 yarder that the keeper tipped round the post. Decent strike, decent save. And that was that, despite Cleary continually beating his man in the first half. Shame nobody showed for him. Watch Man City. A winger beats a man, drives into the box, and while defenders panic and run towards goal, they pull it back for a Foden to score. Ok, I see a a flaw here. But there’s nothing to stop a DKD, or a McGoldrick, from running towards goal, then pulling out again for the pullback. What do they DO on the training ground?

I’ve heard Hourihane is puzzled as to how we’re not doing better. I’m not. In order to score a goal, one must invariably HAVE A SHOT. I was looking forward to the second half, with a low sun in the Rovrum keeper’s eyes at the away end. The poor bloke could have worn a balaclava the wrong way around and sat down scratching his ar5e, and he still wouldn’t have conceded. (McGoldrick’s header would have hit him.)

It doesn’t help that we’ve no Plan B. Even Liverpoo (champions of England last time I looked) send Van Dijk up top when all else fails. Why not stick Roberts up there for the last 10 and hope something flicks off his head? It would have the added bonus that he’d be far from our goal too.

Roberts. It’s good to be back (good to be back). Honestly, the worse Earl and Shepherd look as a pair, the more that even I was pining for the captain to come back. Pine no more, he’s back, and as woeful as ever. Best moment? Miscontrolling a ball, being beaten and taking a yellow for hauling his man. Lucky it was on the halfway line, cos, believe me, their player was getting to that ball before Shepherd and would almost certainly have been clean through if he could put one foot in front of another.

Roberts also had a hand in the winner. A punt forward, he’s outjumped, leaving Connell to clear up. Connell. F*** me. He does the decent thing and gives it straight back to a Rovrum bloke who pummels it into the net on the half volley from 23 yards. Great finish. Good job too that we hadn’t been warned earlier about poor defensive clearances giving their man on the edge of the box a free hit. (That one cleared the bar.)

We have been beaten by a team with an XG of 0.13. Rovrun came for a draw, and left with a victory. The timewasting, the diving...it was a masterclass of sh*thousery, aided and abetted by a ref who let the keeper receive treatment purely so’s Rovrun could have a timeout. It was the fastest their outfield ran all day, hareing it to the dugout to receive instruction on how to prevent Cleary and Ogbeta causing chaos down our left. It worked. We were never the same again.

Onwards and upwards!

*** Cleary. Not much of a choice.
** MdG. Better than all the rest.
* hmmmm. Using Loko’s logic, it’s Bland ‘for not putting a foot wrong.’ Well, if it’s for not putting a foot wrong, I’d go Cooper in goal. But I’ll use my logic. Nobody. Cooper had nowt to do and did it, Bland had something to do and didn’t.

Official MOTM: Cleary

Londontykes’ MOTM: 1. Cleary 2= Shepherd / Connell / MdG

Despatches:
Been a while since I’ve summarised the team and coach. Cooper can hardly be criticised, cracking hit. And it’s not his fault we’re not a goal threat. Ogbeta? Ogworser, as the game went on. Was playing well, in supprt of Cleary, till the Rovrum timeout. Terrible thereafter. I never noticed Shepherd (which is a good thing) but one minor criticism while I’m here...he hasn’t threatened off a corner since Harrogate away in a friendly. (A player capable of delivering a deadball might help.) Roberts? I’ve said my bit. (I can see it now. ‘Give him a chance, he’s just come back.’ ‘At least wait till he’s matchfit.’) He’s an experienced centre half, FFS. If you can’t control a ball at 35, no amount of match fitness will help you.

In midfield, Bland did his usual (not much). Is he purely there to act as a foil for Connell? I don’t see him run with the ball, or pass it forward. Occasionally makes a tackle and kick it square for England. The new Mitch Ward. Subbed for Vickers to run round in circles. Connell, I thought, was at least trying to make things happen. But he needs to practice corners, along with the rest of the team. (I notice at the weekend, a Prem team had a goal chalked off for offside off a corner – none of the defenders being on the line. 2 opposition players stood either side of the keeper to prevent him getting a free run and jump. In contrast, the Rovrum keeper was allowed to run 10 yards unimpeded to pluck out a late corner from us.) Kelly enjoyed one good run forward, then disappeared off the face of the Earth. McGoldrick was abysmal (see earlier) while DKD....DKD? Did he have a touch?

All this of course is on Hourihane. One of the problems with all these young coaches, I think, is that they’re all fresh off the same coaching courses, so they’re all the same. High press, tippy-tappy it around in possession. Christ. My life is disappearing over the horizon while I watch as Bland, Connell, Roberts and Shepherd kick it around each other while we’re a goal down to a side we’ve not lost to at home in nearly 56 years. There, I’ve said it. Even teams we never lose to, we lose to. Hourihane, Clarke, Collins....maaaan, you can go back to Keith Hill. They’re all the same. It’s only Hourihane’s Reds’ playing career that gives him owt in the bank. Let’s see how long that lasts.

Drink du jour: Lightbulb at Spiral.

Away: 1,982 (12,468).

The Damage:
c.£7 petrol
= c.£7

Thursday, 28 August 2025

BFC 2-1 Rotherham United, Tuesday 26th August 2025

‘No Budweiser? You can’t be telling me that!’
Who’s our coach these days? Neill Collins? Darrell Clarke? Keith Hill (cheers for that one, Farnham)? We were 1 nil down and for the last 20 minutes of the half we watched as the Super Reds passed it sideways, sideways, backwards, square, slightly forwards, sideways, sideways…ad infinitum. At one point we DEFINITELY mustered over 30 passes without losing possession, which, back in the 70s, was unheard of. However, this is the era of Pepball and Rovrum weren’t pressing, and we weren’t taking risks. Anyone would think WE were winning and were just running the clock down. Then we’d kick it forward and lose it. Oh, THAT’S why we’re kicking it safely square. Still, it never ended up back at the keeper. (I continue to be all about the positives.)

It was an awful half of football from us. We shoulda been 2 down before they scored. Cooper made 2 one-on-one saves, while Barrett (one of this week’s centre half partnership – who did YOU get in the sweep?) cleared one off the line while his mate Shepherd blocked another certain goal on the 6 yard line. We were struggling. 7 changes probably didn’t help; only Coops, Shepherd, Vickers and DKD surviving the cull. Thankfully, cometh the half-time, cometh the men: Phillips and Ogbeta sent on to relieve a poor Yoganathan and Cleary. Dynamic management indeed.

Sadly, this is where I must interrupt the report. Towards the end of half-time I snuck off to the toilet when some small child dropped a SCALDING drink on my foot. Honestly, time stood still, as it was a full second later before the pain exploded. ‘YOU LITTLE FUCKING PR*CK’ I screamed before departing for the bog, before me and his mam got into a row. For those who saw that occasion I lost my temper on the train to Walsall when coffee was spilt on me, you’ll have realised my Kryptonite. I have since ALMOST calmed down. I’ve dropped a drink or 2 in my time, and chances are the kid dropped it cos it was TOO F***ING HOT.

Anyway, once I’d relieved myself, I took off my shoe and sock. Should I stand in the Ponty End toilets and run my foot under the tap, or would that look a bit weird? The pain had subsided somewhat, so I elected to man up and get back out there. The Super Reds needed me. I lasted 10 minutes, none of which I can remember for the match. Hanging with former nurse and St. Johns ambulanceman Wadd, he advised I go to 1st aid. My foot was killing me. To cut a boring story short, I limped to the 1st aid post (halfway, under the East Stand) where I was looked after for 20 minutes. Allegedly, we scored 2.

I came back out to a hero’s welcome no response whatsoever, though I did get a text from Nozzer asking how I was, cos he’d seen me limping along the front of the East Stand. And then I watched the last 10 minutes where their keeper was in our box a lot more than our centre forward was in theirs (true).

Onwards and upwards!

*** Cooper. 2 crucial early saves kept us in it.
** Barrett. Cleared off the line.
* Shepherd. Great block.

Official MOTM: No idea. Anybody? (It was Vickers.)

Londontykes’ MOTM: 1= Cooper / Phillips 3. Vickers

Despatches:
Guess what is possibly the greatest cause of injury at Oakwell (beyond Barnsley FC boring fans to death)? Yes, that’s right. Hot drinks. On my return into the Ponty from the toilets, a steward nearly caused me to explode again, as she warned me to be careful ‘cos someone’s spilt a drink’, pointing at the liquid spread across the concrete. In no uncertain terms I explained to her that I KNEW a drink had been spilt there because…etc. More profanities may have gone her way too. I apologise.

Oh, we did create a chance. A chip forward gave Russell a free header. Sadly, it was at the far end, and for reasons I’ve yet to fathom, the Waddingtons and Molls of this world prefer to sit in the Ponty, low enough that you’ve got little idea what goes on in the other box. I’m told it was an awful miss by those cunning enough to stay at home. I thought it was curling a bit left, and Russell was coming in from the right, so to direct it on target would have defied the laws of physics. But, as I said, it was a crap view.

Drink du jour: Leffe at Bramahs, with the Galvins. Thousands of ‘em! (Hi Josie!)

Away: 871 (5,803)

The Damage:
£16 ent
c.£8 petrol
= c.£24

Sunday, 29 January 2017

Rotherham United 0-1 BFC, Saturday 28th January 2017

‘Is there a fire drill?’
Carrie Fisher, R.I.P.  (Artwork in Peckham)

For some reason I didn’t feel as elated as usual after yesterday’s game. Was it victory fatigue?  Am I tired of seeing us win?  Was it the losing of 2 key players this week?  Was it the general awfulness of the match?  I dunno. Maybe it was just that I’ve had a sore throat all week and decided not to join in any chants, though the atmosphere was strangely muted for the most part anyway.
Welcome to ....

Actually, maybe it was having to visit two Argoses (Argo?  Argi?) in one day, in the hunt for cheap headphones.  Still, gave me an excuse to see Rotherham City Centre for the first time.  Not as bad as I expected, and certainly a bigger choice of headphones than Walworth Road Argos.  Henceforward, I returned to a limited (in number) Londontykes crew in the Bridge Inn.  Cracking boozer for pre-match football, full of Reds fans and covered in obscure scarves.  Apparently ‘well rough’ any other time (Barnsley’s premier ale salesman).
The Bridge: home of some very interesting scarves.

Still, a pleasant enough walk from there along the river (or is it a canal?) to the New York Stadium, home of the Merry Millers.  And for a new stadium, I think it’s great.  Although we were towards one corner, the steepness of the tier ensures a great view, which was almost a shame considering the fayre on offer yesterday.
If you squint, you'll see the Millmoor floodlights in the distance.  Or not.

The teams come out and we have a new HUGE BLOKE in midfield, Leicester’s (Matty?) James.  He is MASSIVE.  Thus, he’s not the quickest, nor did he look especially impressive on the ball, but he won tackles and headers. In fact, there were so many games of head tennis it was a novelty to see the ball on the floor.  But there were misplaced passes here, there and everywhere.  Of course, we shouldn’t have expected anything less, having lost Hourihane and Bree.  A team can’t gel just like that.  It’s just a good job we were playing Rovrum, without doubt the worst team in this division. 
The teams come out.  Love the roof.

Rovrum it was who threatened early tho, a break ending in a decent chance blocked. ‘HANDBALL!’ their fans cried.  But Mike Dean isn’t here this week.  And decisions generally go towards the bigger club and, for one week only, WE are that bigger club.  Not that I thought it was a penalty anyway.
Otherwise, we miss THE golden opportunity of the half; Armstrong is played through from the right, timing his run in from the left to perfection; all he has to do is get it on target, the keeper is in no-man’s land.  It clears the keeper and clips the bar.  On the train, I lost the chance of making a fiver, as Andy is convinced it was Bradshaw.  After my Roberts/McDonald debacle the other week, I’m no longer sure who our players are and I miss my chance.
The Barnsley hordes.

If I thought the 1st half was poor, the second half was worse.  Barely a pass put together, and Armstrong was as surprised as anyone when it broke to him in the box, on his favoured left foot….only for him to strike the side-netting.  Someone put him out of his misery.  Luckily, Hecky knows better and minutes later Kent splits the defence with a great pass and Armstrong is through again.  He elects not to put his foot through it, seemingly intent on just getting it on target.  Despite the lack of power, it somehow goes through the keeper.  Worst I’ve seen us all season and we’re winning!


Even the floodlights are sexy in Rotherham.

Thereafter, I thought we were the likelier to score.  Marley remembered he was Marley and we constantly broke 3 on 3.  Unfortunately, Hecky held Hamill back in reserve, taking pity on the Millers (note to P: the Rovrum coach had Hamill in his all time best XI of players he’s coached).  Still, Hamill was given the last 3 mins plus injury time to wind the clock down in the corner. This is fast becoming his role in the team, and he does it jolly well.  Last seen being last Red off the pitch, milking the ‘Adam Hamill is a red’ chants and hoping Hecky was listening.

'He's one of our own...'

*** Davies.
  Ok, not a lot to do, but 4 decent saves, and excellent handling.  Threw a couple off the pitch, but I blame the recipients (White daydreaming and Kent allowing one to go under his foot).


** Scowen.  Just as Josh misplaced a pass, 2nd half, I heard this bloke behind shout how awful he’d been all match.  I’d just been thinking the opposite.  Despite losing the odd ball, he put in the proverbial shift, got the tackles in and broke with the ball.

* MacDonald.  Now I’m just guessing.  Rovrum looked dangerous initially from the ball over the top, so someone must have dealt with it.  Probably a centre half.  Probably MacDonald.
Full-time.  You Reds!!!!!!!!!
Despatches:
White was again worrying at left back, despite a decent tackle 2nd half.  Maybe he’ll not be himself till he’s double-teamed with his best pal Adam?  Callum Evans came on for the last half an hour and I was impressed.  Tho I was impressed with a young defender at Walsall 2 years ago and he’s never been seen since.  (Centre half…wotshisname..last seen on loan to Braintree?)  The Everton bloke looks solid.  Kent had another of his games before he set up the winner, while Armstrong had another of his games before he notched.  These 2 flatter to deceive and need to improve if we’re not to miss our outgoings.  Bradshaw worked hard, but I’m not sure the supply was there for him.

Further good fortune today, as non-league Lincoln turned over Brighton in the cup.  This was a ‘reight result’ considering we’d already bought our train tickets for the Brighton home game…on FA Cup 5th round day.


Also, hilariously, while the away support taunted the homesters’ early leaving with ‘Is there a fire drill, is there a fire drill?’, there really was a later drill, as the players apparently had to leave the stadium still in their kit cos of a suspect package.  Life imitating art or what?


Rovrum v Barnsley panorama

Drink du jour: A pint of Amstel in the Bridge and spiced rum and ginger ale on the homeward bound.  For a change, like.  We were even joined by a Blue Peter presenter nursing an injury from being squished by a female American footballer earlier.  She was grateful for our ice, possibly less so for my views of Blue Peter. 

Away:
 2,601.  A sell out, and their highest away crowd of the season (according to their programme).  I learnt something else from their programme too…we have sold a ridiculous number of pairs of our home stripey socks.  Which explains why I can’t get a pair.


The Damage:

20 train
23 ent
3 prog
= £46

The Tunes:

Total Life Forever (Foals)
Friendly Fires (Friendly Fires)
Before the fire drill...

...and after.  Match still going on.
The Family Stand



..and under the lights.

and at full time.  See you next season?

Me watching them watching us.




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