Showing posts with label Bradford City. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bradford City. Show all posts

Monday, 20 April 2026

BFC 2-2 Bradford City, Saturday 18th April 2026

‘Oh it’s all gone quiet over there, oh it’s all gone quiet over there.’
The King is dead. Long live The King. Yes, another season, another managerial sacking. Or ‘mutually agreed’ parting of the ways. I’ll come onto Coach Conor later, but what a bizarre start to a matchday, the club announcing at half 9 that we’re dispensing with Conor’s services come season’s end. And announcing it now, to enable ‘a smooth transition.’ WTF? Is Conor gonna be shadowing the new incumbent, showing him the ropes, introducing him (or her, or them) to the laundry lady, physio, club mascot, etc?

And so it was that we walked to Oakwell in an odd state of mind. Nobody in Spiral argued we should keep him, though a few lads were chanting that Hourihane chant that pervaded Oakwell in the early doors of the season, about Conor taking us to the promised land. ‘Problies the same people who were chanting for him to be sacked’ said one of our cynical crew (not me, for a change). Expectation was firmly on being turned over and I was particularly dreading 5,000 Bantams crowing (pun intended) throughout.

The team was unchanged from Tuesday at Port Vale, which meant Cleary benched (boooo) with Captain Marvel (huzzah!), Yoganathan and Bland playing centre mid. Let’s see how that goes. Not very well is the answer, as Yoga goes through their player, a millisecond after the ball had gone. In real time, right in front of me, I didn’t think there was much in it. But having seen it on the screen at half-time, I can see where the ref gets his red card from. My main grievance lay in the split second it took him to get his card out. The ref could have bought himself some time, see the player wasn’t hurt after all, and dished out a yellow. Instead, he chose to ruin the game and create a rod for his own back. EVERY decision was now scrutinised, leading to a foul on our keeper which looked at least as dangerous, but obviously didn’t lead to a red their way. Still, as Reedy said, it did lead to a performance that ‘showed character, energy, commitment and dare I say it, passion, something that's been lacking most of this season.’

We also had a couple of appeals for handball turned down, that 1st half. While I didn’t think there was much in the first, the second one undoubtedly hits the Bradford player’s hand. Still, Bradshaw could have made it academic, rather than clearing the bar with the rebound from 6 yards. However, the perceived bias of the ref did everything to improve the atmosphere. And we took the game to ‘em, looking the better side in the opening half, despite 10 men. And those Bradford fans? Never heard ‘em.

Half-time, and Earl hauled for MdG at left back. Surely an injury? Interesting choice of left back too, considering how many times O’Keeffe has deputised there. But we continued to be strong. Roberts was winning everything at the back, while Banks and Kelly were taking pressure off the back 4 by running with it. And then the unexpected! Roberts throws a ball, what...35 yards? 70 yards? 100 yards? It is a MAMMOTH throw and in a crowded box, O’Connell gets a flick on and guides it into the far corner. Pandemonium! We have only taken the lead against play-off placed Bratfut, with 10 men. F***ing have that, you c***s!

At least we’ve been allowed one tiny moment of joy in what will surely now be an onslaught.

We nearly double the lead. Banks’ shot loops off a defender and their keeper pulls off a worldy. That was our chance. Now, surely there’ll be an onslaught. Only it doesn’t happen. Well, not till he takes off Banks and Phillips for Cleary and Connell. The finishers. Goodman makes a wonder save of his own and the ground can’t quite believe it wasn’t a goal. In the East Upper we were convinced Goodman was behind his line and that a goal would be given, but the seconds passed and the ref’s watch didn’t buzz. We’d survived!

However, on 73, the dam burst. It was probably asking too much for our defence to hold out when all season they’d not been able to, but still, it was annoying that a simple cross was headed in all too easily, their player outjumping MdG. Can we at least hang on for a point? It’s a long way to go. Probably not. It’s all Bradford now, but Goodman is standing tall. He’s in one of his ‘coming off his line’ games and actually looks like a goalkeeper. Coach Conor sends on Watson for Bradshaw. Strengthen the defence, etc. It works – for 3 minutes.

The ball is cleared out to their left. Absolutely NOBODY makes any effort to go out and close the player down and the Bantam can just pick his spot. He does – straight to Roberts’ head. THIS is how you lose my MOTM vote. Head one into your own net. I wouldn’t care, but on replays, it’s not like it’s too high for him. He seems to bend forward, get under it, and flick it home. Andy Gray (Everton version) woulda been proud. That’s it, game over.

Only it isn’t. In a reversal of his substitution 10 minutes earlier, Coach Conor sends on CF Farrell for (nominal) defender O’Keeffe. We’ve seen this before this season. Send on Farrell to run about up top to absolutely zero effect. No-one is under any illusion anything will come of this. Time is running out. There can’t be more than about 30 seconds left. Kelly makes one last run forward, then splits the defence with the pass of the season for Cleary to run onto and cross it low for FARRREELLLLLLLL to bundle home. If I thought it was pandemonium after our opening goal, it’s nothing to the explosion at the equaliser. Not two minutes earlier I was listening to ‘how s*** must you be, we’re winning away’. Now everyone in the home end is going berserk. Coach Conor for Prime Minister! And King! And...and...well, anything except our Head Coach.

Good luck, Conor.

Onwards and upwards!

*** Kelly. Never gave up, comfortable in possession, foraging runs...and THAT pass.
** Goodman. Made a wonder save, made some other saves, caught and punched crosses.
* Banks. Alleviated a lot of pressure on the defence by his ability to keep hold of the ball and but for an incredible save, woulda put us 2 up.

Official MOTM: Bland

Londontykes’ MOTM: 1. Goodman 2= Bland / Kelly

Despatches:
What will Coach Conor’s legacy be? I’d love to think it was the (promised) high press and positive attack play, epitomised by the use of 2 wingers. However, we all know, in years to come, the one remembrance of this season will be its legendary (lack of) defence and record-breaking run of games without a clean sheet. An 11th ‘permanent’ manager in 11 seasons, Coach Conor follows this list of luminaries: (going backwards...Darrell Clarke, Neill Collins, Michael Duff, Poya Asbaghi, Markus Schopp, Valerien Ismael, Gerhard Struber, Daniel Stendal, Jose Morais, Paul Heckingbottom).

Of course, none of us wishes to see this turnover of managers/head coaches. But it is what it is. Essentially, if there is no hint of improvement on the horizon, the head honcho has to go. Especially with season ticket renewal upon us. Coach Conor has had all season to find an answer to the defensive travails. It started at the beginning, shipping out Cotter and O’Keeffe cos they can’t defend. Fast forward 8 months and O’Keeffe is back, and a mainstay. He even brought in a left-footed left back (Ogbeta), who, after initial promise, has disappeared. He promised us a back 4, with fullbacks who might occasionally stop a cross, and he ends with a left winger having 20 yards of freedom to pick his spot (Bradford’s equaliser) and 3 players trying to play left back in the same game (the only left footer of which is actually a centre half played out of position). He’s chopped and changed personnel (though, remarkably, kept faith with Shepherd, till it was too late). He showed unbelievable faith in a Roberts/Shepherd partnership. He froze out MdG till lately.

To add to all this, he’s tactically limited/stubborn. The undynamic duo in midfield, Luca Connell and Jonathan Bland, drives me mad. Though as The GOAT still revels in mystifying positivism from everyone I know, it’s decided that it’s all Captain Marvel’s fault. Tis true, Connell is a shadow of the shadow of his former self (season 1 version). Now, I don’t know how he gets a game. We play 2 defensive midfielders and we never stop the opposition from running through us.

Another criticism is his signings. Coach Conor must have the most limited contact book in football. Aside from bagging McG, seemingly based on bumping into him at a wedding, what’s he (rather than the club) tempted in? Jake Rooney? Christ. Imagine bringing in a defender who can’t displace Shepherd, Roberts, Earl, MdG...et al. And then gets a run out at left back. (LEFT BACK! I have fallen out all season with Conor over left back, at least from the time he dropped Ogbeta whilst playing well).

Does Conor also have problems getting on with players? Or just lack their respect? It’s recently come out that Gent has disappeared for disciplinary reasons. We haven’t seen Nwakali all season following last term’s fallout. Fair enough, you have to have some discipline, but on wages like Nwakali’s reputedly on, you also can’t afford to freeze them out completely. Especially when he’s Luca’s natural replacement (if he insists on playing a defensive 2 in midfield).

Yes, sorry Conor. I can picture that ‘mutual agreed’ now. The club: ‘we don’t think you’re good enough.’ Conor: ‘Neither do I.’ After all, you told us as much the other week, after Doncaster Rovers turned us over. We were fools to think we’d challenge for the play-offs this season and it’ll be the same, if not worse, next season. You signed your own death warrant, Conor, right there. ‘I’m not good enough to improve these players to a level whereby we’ll have a sniff of promotion.’ He’s yet another rent-a-coach. Done the badges, got the qualifications, all learnt the same thing, but provided little in the way of innovation. Yes, we’ve had some entertaining attacking displays, but, in retrospect, where would we be without 1st DKD, then McG, getting a bag of goals?

However, was he sold a pup by the club? Can anyone polish the turd that is our line up of defenders? Well, are our defenders (player for player) any worse than other 3rd division sides? Worse than Stevenage, to name but one divisional rival with a far lower budget than ourselves? Anyway, I don’t buy it. Yes, I’d happily get rid of everyone in our defence and start again. No, I don’t think they’re any worse than what I see in this division. Can another manager make a better silk purse out of this sow’s ear? One has to think so.

Goodbye Conor. Your time is up.

Drink du jour: Beartown Inception in Spiral.

Away: 5,144. ‘How s*** must you be, we’re winning away.’ And then you weren’t. Ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaa. 82 minutes against 10 men. Still PMSL.

The Damage:
£8 petrol
£4 prog
= £8

Tuesday, 15 January 2019

BFC 3-0 Bradford City, Saturday 12th January 2019

‘When I was a young man I was involved in the building of the Thames flood barrier.  I think you’ll find some flood gates in Fulham are NOT the reason that place doesn’t get flooded.’
The temporary market structure starts to be taken down.

Another week, another win.
  With every game that passes, we are looking more and more like promotion material.  There, I’ve said it.  I’ve not seen a better side than us this season, and another commanding performance put Bradford (the division’s most in-form side) to the sword.  We’ll ignore the 1st 15-20 minutes where we couldn’t get out of our half, for the simple reason that Bradford still didn’t create owt.  Lindsay was dominant, blocking or clearing 2 or 3 good balls, meaning Davies had nought to do. 
It's all downhill from here (for Bradford).

Before that though, we got on a train at St. Pancras.
  Not possessing reserved seats, we fought our way on sharpish to find a table – to be greeted by some bloke across from us peeling off his outer layer, a la Superman, to reveal a Reds’ shirt.  ‘Ah, some fellow Reds fans!’ he exclaimed as he saw our shirts.  For a good second or two, we were speechless.  For a start, this chap was the wrong colour!  Then it dawned.  ‘Whose dad are you?’ I asked.  ‘Ethan’s’.  Well, I still had some working out to do, cos I’m not instantly familiar with the forenames of our players.  (Whatthehell is Lindsay’s 1st name?  No idea off the top of my head.)  Yes, it was Pinnock’s dad, sat with his mum opposite (Ethan’s mum, not Pinnock snr’s).  Mrs Pinnock wasn’t wearing a Reds shirt.

The teams are about to come out...

Anyway, we all had a good chinwag, learning about Ethan’s development.  Millwall let him go at 15 for ‘not being aggressive enough’, which sounds about right for Mi’wa’.  He signed for Dulwich Hamlet, having the odd trial at league teams until the Hamlet manager more or less told teams not to dick around  - either sign him or not; he’s good enough.  So off he went to Forest Green, while managing to finish his degree at Greenwich (Sports Science, I think).  Upon going up to sign for Barnsley, dad went with son to Oakwell and both were mightily impressed with the facilities.  His agent hadn’t mentioned the Oakwell layout, possibly to have maximum effect on Ethan (it did, he signed.)  As for what everyone wants to know – No, he’s not leaving Barnsley.  This is NOT the Pinnocks’ farewell trip to Oakwell!  (Course, this presumes we don’t accept a staggering bid; perhaps the sale of Potts makes this even less likely.)  Either way, we left the Pinnocks under no illusion as to how popular Ethan is amongst the Londontykes.  We were first on that bandwagon, weren’t we!!??



The Ponty v Bradford.

Back to the game, we destroyed Bradford.  Pinnock didn’t have much to do (or did he make it look easy?)  The midfield movement left the Bantams standing, all quick, one-touch passing.  Those pre-match warm-ups, knocking a ball about in triangles, actually seems to be put into practice by us.  This was capped by a glorious second goal, as Mowatt did a little give-and-go, chested it to Thiam, who flicked it backwards for the onrushing Mowatt to knock the ball across with his left for Kiefer to prod in.  Blimey – are we Man City?  I wouldn’t mind, but about 3 seconds before that, I’d been bemoaning (to myself) the lack of movement on that right wing between Cavare and Brown.  Maybe Mowatt was too, so took matters into his own hands…

The teams line up.

We were already one up.  I can’t remember how Mowatt was free on the left (another slick move? Probably.) but he had space to cross the ball onto Jacob Brown’s head.  Brown, in for the aforementioned departed Potts, was playing his 3rd position of the season, right midfield.  But he showed his centre forward poacher’s instinct, getting into the box at the right time for a simple header.  We went in 2-0 up and it was nothing more than we deserved.


3,500 Bantam hordes.  Well done Bradford!

The second half was one-way traffic.
  It was just a shame our approach play wasn’t matched with finishes. Without doubt the ‘highlight’ was Thiam being played in, having all the time in the world, one-on-one…and dragging it a foot wide with no-one near him.  The ghost of Odejayi lives on.  (How will Chris win his bet with finishing like THAT?)  Having said that, Thiam was a threat on the left, and one burst had him powering into the box.  Mamadou, using intellect previously hidden from yours truly, pulled a superb ball back to the penalty spot for….well, for no-one to be there.  All 4 of our attacking players had legged it into the 6 yard box, along with the witlessly scared defenders.


The Ponty from the left side of the East Upper.

With injury time looming and it looking like we’d have to settle for two-nil, the breakthrough came.
  Brown charged into the box, one-on-one and got clipped by a defender.  Showing he’ll never get a Premiership contract, he attempted to stay on his feet and, off-balance, stabbed the ball wide.  Nevermind, the ref called it back, sent the City player off and a minute or so later, Mowatt capped another classy performance by rolling in a cool finish for 3-0.  Still not quite what the performance deserved, but it’ll do.  Let's not get greedy.

*** Mowatt.  At the time, I agreed with the official MOTM, but as I digest the goals and digest how Mowatt was fundamental in each…there can be only one. 
** McGeehan.  Official MOTM.  Along with Mowatt, he RAN midfield.  Who is this Dougall bloke the rest of you keep going on about???
Thiam.  Tough one.  I agree with Farnham – any of 9 outfield players could get an honourable mention, but I’ll go with Thiam, as he worked hard, made good runs and played his part in one of our goals of the season.

Londontykes' MOTM:
TBA
Onwards and upwards!

The Ponty.

Despatches:
Starting at the back, Davies had nowt to do, but he did catch a cross and he kept all of his kicks on the pitch until the 93rdminute.  As faultless as he can be.  Lindsay sorted them out 1st half, so you never saw their attack again.  Pinnock was his effortlessly classy self, while Cavare was switched on for the full 90. Williams had another promising game at left back.  Brownwas decent, though there’s naturally more for him and Cavare to work on regarding understanding.  Kiefer was ok, without stretching himself, while Woodrow was strangely anonymous now Moore was back.  Later on, we tried giving Bradford a chance, throwing on the youngster Adeboyejo and misfit Moncur, but they (Bradford) really weren’t capable.
On the journey back, we were again joined by a very pleased Mr and Mrs Pinnock.
  The latter hadn’t been to the game, preferring to hang with the grandkids, but they both partook in a celebratory JD and coke.  I look forward to sharing a journey with Mr and Mrs Thiam next! 
Where's everybody gone?  There's a match still being played...

Drink du jour: wheat beer in the #7, wheat beer in the Sheffield Tap (‘Schneider Weisse’ is ringing a bell); JD & Coke for the train; IPA in the pub in St. Pancras.  (Why can I still not remember its name after all these years?)
Away:
 3,560 some.  Biggest of the season (thus far).  Well done Bantams!
The Damage:
£32 train£6 BFC mug£3 prog= £41
The Tunes:
Leave Them All Behind EP (Ride)I’m New Here (Gil Scott-Heron)
Panorama v Bradford.
Panorama from the Ponty (cheers Jonesy).




Sunday, 26 April 2015

Bradford City 1-0 Barnsley, Saturday 25th April 2015

30th Anniversary of the Bradford fire disaster.  R.I.P.


Never forget.

On a day we commemorated the 30th anniversary of the 56 people who died in the Bradford Fire disaster, I’m still left with a bitter taste in my mouth after Saturday.  Not at the abject nature of another end of season away game with nought to play for, but at Bradford City FC and their sh*thole of an away end.  Looks nice on telly, a cosy modern double decker behind the goal. However (and it’s a big however),  there are posts everywhere.  Even Bramall Lane’s upper tier isn’t plagued by posts (though, yes, Hillsboro is).   But these posts, with CCTV plastered all over them, blocked out the entire centre circle from where we were sat, nevermind whatever happened on our right wing.  (Nothing?)  I wouldn’t even mind so much, had Bradford advertised the seats as having an ‘obstructed view’. 


Fortress Valley Parade.

In this day and age, with the level of engineering out there, there’s little excuse for Bradford, particularly how they’ve spent fortunes and gone into administration to build their 2 super stands.  It’s a 3rd division Sportsdirect.com@StJamesPark, as these stands tower over their lowly neighbours.  And yet, to our right, there were Reds fans in another bunch of seats, in the cantilevered (ie, no posts) Midland Road stand, where I sat last time I was here (0-4, Dire up front - things could be worse!)  At half time, we elected to go down and see if we could move seats.


Guess again.  (No programmes today, matey)

You know the answer.  Not a chance.  ‘They don’t allow transfers’. Who?  Who are ‘THEY’?  Dunno, but the stewards themselves acknowledged that some fans had left due to the s*** view, while a couple with more money than sense (or principles) left and PAID to get in the Midland Road stand. You see, if you’d NOT bothered to buy your ticket in advance, you could have got yourselves a better seat.  Go figure.


See them seats? Them's Barnsley fans over there an' all.


We stood behind the seats in the lower tier.  ‘You can’t stand there’ said chief pr*ck Barry Sh*tskill (not far off).  ‘Why don’t you sit in one of those seats?’ he said, pointing at a few empty seats close to the front.  ‘I can’t’, I said.  ‘I don’t have a ticket for those seats’.  ‘Well, I’m giving you permission’.  Ok then, I wouldn’t mind a sit down if FA is happening on the pitch, which it wasn’t (or was, if you're being pedantic with my English).

If I EVER sit in this end again it's cos we are 15 points clear at the top of the league.  I look forward to it.



Good job nothing everything happens in midfield!

Oh yeah, Bradford scored a goal, 1st half.  A super cross left Nyatanga thinking/praying Stead would miss, but he never.  Smart volley.  That was it.

I could also whine about the lack of any match programmes, but, y’know, I’d have begrudged them the extra 3 quid, ba5tards. 

*** Hicksy, Loko and the West Stand Bogs crew.  Well done on walking the 30 odd miles to Bradford.  Meantime, the closest the players got to giving a s*** was Davies going up for a corner late on.  

** Jabo Ibehre.  Good movement, good hold up play, keen, enthusiastic – playing for a contract?

* I dunno.  Davies – for not making any mistakes and showing more forward movement, in running 80 yards for a corner, than virtually anyone else in a white shirt.

Despatches:
Johnson says we’ll make signings in the summer.  Well, duh!  Please let’s not make any of ‘em Declan John, George Waring, Jacob Mellis…any more?

Drink du jour: Great pub pre-match. I thought we’d agreed to keep the Bradford Brewery a secret, but since Salisbury has named and acclaimed it already…anyway, wheat beer on tap but I plumped for Krusovice.  Why does Czech beer taste so much better than Fosters, Peroni, etc etc. On the train?  Vodka and orange.  In keeping with our day of anti-climax, we never even finished it.  One of us had been out too late doing techno (Jon Hopkins) the nite before in Brixton.

The Damage: 
£20 ent (as in 'entrance' not 'entertainment')
£35.60 train

Crowd: 15, 560  Away: Maybe 1500 (at kick-off).



Coral Stadium?  Coral Windows?  Make your mind up.
The Main Stand
That corner would've housed us nicely too.
Action shot of CCTV camera
Disputed territory...
Where I was last time I came here.
Come on you Reds Whites! 
Upper tier behind the goal.
Don;t worry, there were obstructions no matter where you looked.

Things you really ought not to see #647.
I know folk wider than these toilets.  'An experience'.
Note: when visiting Croatia, this is NOT the hotel you want.
You don't have to have tatts to work here (but it helps).

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