Newsletter w/c 10.5.21
- 9th May 2021
Fixtures for Saturday 15th May
|Venue / Referee
|Glyn Old Boys II
|Mickleham Old Boxhillians
|Old Wokingians VI
|Pembroke Old Boys
|Home – Pitch 1
Nick De Falco
Old Meadonians 3 – 5 Wandsworth Borough
It was a windy old day in south west London, Brandon was running 40 minutes late (as per), however the boys were putting some nice sequences together in the boxes. Kick off came around & it just had a different feel to it, Meads looked the better of the two sides but didn’t seem as up for it as the opposition, this showed when they took a 1-0 lead early on.
Meads bounced back almost immediately & made it 1-1, Brighty doing what Brighty does, picking up the ball on the half turn, unleashing a venomous strike which the keeper could only parry Medish’s way. 1-1 and the Meads were on the ascendency here, a ball was played out wide to Brandon who was enjoying the opening 10 minutes or so against the full back he was up against, drawing a foul just outside the box.
Caino stood over it, he couldn’t could he? Absolutely, he hit the target & much to the teams delight it went in, especially Gord and Kev who were in our ears before kick off letting us know that he wasn’t actually a keeper. Some time passed, they grew into it more but the Meads still definitely looked the better of the two sides, they equalised against the run of play when their number 11 the right winger, who had to be the stand out man along with the nine picked out a runner, who despatched his strike low and hard.
It’s fair to say the Meads were rattled, heads beginning to go & not necessarily being helped out by the ref either. At 2-2 they went short from a corner, not much danger you’d suspect, however they cut it back to their big left back who picked his spot well. They were a counter attacking side & boy did they do it well, 4-2 off of the same runner that made it 2-2. Heads were flying, Brandon & Scholesy were throwing handbags at it on the pitch, we needed half time, badly. The meads however did have one more chance of significant note before the break, Harry Miniesta putting Brandon through who could only manage to poke a tame effort towards the keeper, has to do better.
Thankfully we got into the half. Meads came out much the better side and were playing some good stuff, totally against the run of play Brandon got caught on the ball on the halfway line, they broke and they scored. The Meads however did pull one back with a penalty through Brighty with 20 minutes to go & continued to probe as the opposition dragged every last man in.
A disappointing day at the office to say the very least, the Meads will be very happy to see the back of it & look forward to the test on Wednesday. If they are even half as bad as today it will be another one to forget.
MOM – MEDISH
WIG – BRANDON
AFA VETS CUP QUARTER FINAL. . .V… WILSONIANS(A) WON 4-1
BRIDLE, CAFU (white one), COSTELLO (PEN) , COLLIS
The icon for the Sunday vets features 14 players who lifted the cup 2 years ago.Incredibly only 5 (those blocked out) remain on active service !
Many of the others have suffered from all sorts of PTS and are considered CKIAs . . Careers Killed In action . . . Daniel Bond and Lukey Graham were both ‘Taken out’ by a sniper in that 2019 final, ending Luke’s ignominious playing career and though Bondy has ‘ taken to the field’ since, he is thought to be ‘ not quite himself ‘. . . Colin ‘ Stan Bowles ‘ Hawkins was also CKIA that May day , a lifestyle of debauchery caught up with him……. as had every living defender. . .The Irish Contingent of ‘ Ali and Zlatan Shea’ have moved from the mainland and are rumoured to be running ‘ CELLS’ in Belfast and Amsterdam. . Jordan Mace left the bright lights and is rumoured to be neighbours with Andrew Ridgely . Ducky Salanson was CKIA also that fateful day,his last contribution ( quite apt) not involving the ball, as he stumbled over an opponent,gave away a penalty and busted his knee. . .Ensuring, thankfully, that he could no longer embarrass the claret and blue. . .Will G ( like chairman Ed ) has taken up the media offers from various hair dye companies and now the pair of them sport dashing chestnut brown all year round. . His hips are shot too !!Beste should have been CKIA the day i met him, but he worked his way into our hearts and we just did not have the callousness to let him go. . . i just wish he would 1 day buy me a drink !!
For this fixture Rorys powers of persuasion were tested. Chairman Ed had declared himself for 1st team saturday duty, though we anticipate a Boris style U turn for next week . . Deano was laid out with a bad back , prob from his shopping trolley dance. .. . So in came our 3 new heros and debutantes. .Chris Bridle and Tim Gates, old stalwarts, agreed to getting up at 6 am to travel to Hayes, Kent for a 10 am KO. Also new guy Robbie Scotcher did the same. All 3 had played saturday and Robbie travelled despite picking up an injury.We were done without them.
Chris was the only 1 of the 3 to start and he was exceptional. . However the game didnt start as well as we hoped. Firstly Moss Glover, who had made the fantastic effort to come over and support us ( even when his son was at home dyeing his hair ) , tripped on what appeared to be a ‘ moving goal net’. This resulted in a rather nasty tumble leaving poor ol Moss looking back ‘ with daggers’ at the aforementioned goal. . WIG was settled then..
On the pitch the game was tight. Fast and furious we were all square until the Ref ( a Wilsonian incredibly) claimed Cafu ( Goodey ) had ‘flattened’ ( he dived ) their striker. 0-1. . They had a chance to make it 2 before we approached HT. . However the game changed in those last few before the break. A Jack corner dropped in the box and Bridle hit a wonderful half volley from 10 yards which was unstoppable. Then a cross from the left seemed to evade all before Cafu came up at the far post to shoot from the tightest of angles and score in the far corner. HT 2-1.
We now had both the gentle slope and wind in our favour, but Thommo did his best to bring Wilsons back into it with a couple of Mule like clearances which went very high but not very far. .A header off the corner of Lauries head didnt help proceedings but we weathered those few tricky mins.
We extended the lead when their Lanky defender, foolishly, tried to out muscle Chris B who swatted him away and helped the ball on to the youthful and impressive Ali Gordon, who was brought down by the keeper. Jack pen 3 -1.A Jack corner bounced once in the box ( Jake should have been wearing one) and Jake put the ball in off his ‘groin area’.. . Full time 4-1.
No changing rooms or showers allowed, but hospitality was. We enjoyed a few beers overlooking their very impressive sporting area. . MOM , JACK, was visibly upset when Thommo and Laurie , sat next to him, totally ignored social distancing guidelines and ‘cuddled’ up to each other. Both removed their shirts and after witnessing that, i can only assume that both have been in solitary confinement for the past 5 years. . They left together discussing which remote car park they would pull in to. . . Jack was inconsolable by then.
Team. . Hacker, Cafu, Thommo, Pointer, Quinn, Grant, Costello, Collis, Gordon, Wileman, Bridle. . . .Subs Scotcher, Gates.
CHAMPAGNE MOM BRIDLE GOAL
Thanks to the 3 new guys.. .Chris, Tim, Robbie. . .Clubmen . . And The Hacker. Travelled from his home of Eastbourne. Great effort. .
OMFC Wildcats IV 4 – 1 Wandsworth Borough III – It curls at the bottom of a pint glass lads.
The finish line in sight, 4 games left, could it be promotion? Could it be the title? Starting with the bad news, Mickleham won on the day to seal the title with us only being able to finish a point behind them even after games in hand, but promotion is very much still to play for. With Chris missing due to croquet commitments, Nick De Falco still injured, and the 2 Steve’s called to the 3s I find myself in a Friday night quandary with 12 on the team sheet and already 6-deep into a crate of Kronenbourg, luckily Gav Kenny came to rescue and with the 3s game called off late Saturday morning the cat signal was answered by former Wildcat Jordan Trafford.
Having barely scraped a 2-1 win in the return fixture we knew we had to improve our performance to justify our Pitch 1 appointment, and with Rob under the watchful eyes of the vets’ scouts (HOW IS HE 37), the pressure was on. Tale of the 1st half, we camped in their half and anytime the ball went in the air it was blown into the allotments. Rorke caught a couple of tricky high balls, I had a header tipped over the bar and Gav won an outrageous foul to stop a Wandsworth breakaway, 0-0.
Losing Harrison to injury in the first half meant a change of tact with the 3-5-2 coming out the locker, Marlon marshalling the right with his usual exuberance and Matty Campbell on the left running after everything and anything, this included Rusty to try and apologise for a misplaced pass rather than track back defending… ever the gentleman Matt. The game started to open up and with Toby (TST) in the form of his life and Rusty always dangerous it really was a matter of time, as usual some fantastic centre mid play from Aidan & Rob got the ball to Rusty who finished thanks to a BIG deflection, dubious goals committee still debating this one, 1-0. Minutes later and we managed to give them a leveller, a series of corners led to a mixture of Marco, Shane and Rorke colliding and the ball nestling in the back of the onion, 1-1.
Kody was called back off the Judi and started to make an immediate impact and again we were back on top. Just before the hour mark TST sprung the offside trap into the box slapped down R1 and finessed into the corner, 2-1. He could have doubled his tally in the same circumstances, a sumptuous outside of the boot ball (or toe bang scuff in Marlon’s words) put him in but the score remained the same. Not to worry as Kody then played an exquisite ball into the box begging to be finished and their Centre Half duly obliged, 3-1. Our dominance continued with the mark of the game being the way Aidan and Rob had total control and using the back 3 were playing the ball around with ease. Still time for TST to break through the middle round the keeper and smash home for his 8th goal in 3 games, safe to say Rusty was very happy for him…. Points sealed, Rorke still chucked a camera save in for his Mrs. Top 3 place guaranteed but we are hunting a much bigger prize.
MoM – Aidan and Rob split the votes, but it was just Rob who shaded it, and then took the kit as an excuse to get an Uber home from the pub, hero.
WIG – Clemo, a textbook bicycle kick clearance which just happened to smash me straight in the face… even a darting 60-yard run couldn’t save me this week.
Squad – Rorke – Clemo – Shane – Gav – Marlon – Rob – Aidan – Kody – Toby – Harrison – Rusty – Jordan – Marco – Matt
late match report from the 3s
3s match report – 01.05.2021 vs Tiffinians (a few weeks ago)
I feel it’s necessary to start this report with a lesson in punctuality which dictionary.com defines as the fact or quality of being on time. Now that we’ve been enlightened let’s swiftly move on to this punctually delivered match report.
As i’m as good at remembering names as i am at being on time, i won’t be name checking anyone so that the identity of the people’s names i can’t remember can remain a deeply guarded secret.
The first half hour of the game went by in a blur. Stuff happened. A ball was kicked several times and running occurred. From where i was standing it started off quite dark, pitch black actually, and i felt i hadn’t quite woken up yet and got my head into the game. After kicking into gear (fifth) my memory of the game becomes a lot clearer after the 30 minute mark for some reason. It was a tight game with a few chances for both teams before the ref blowed for half time. Turns out my memory doesn’t actually benefit that much from me physically being present.
In the second half, the football was kicked several, if not a dozen more times and more chances were created and indeed missed. A point blank shot from some strapping handsome man was cleared off the line by numerous defenders. This same towering man dragged a shot pathetically wide when he could have passed inside to a winger who recently graduated, along with some of his close friends, from the university of foul throws.
Foul throw boy, as he is colloquially called, did put a peach of a ball into the box in the dying moments of the game only for the tall man to head inches (let’s round it down) past the post.
With meads pushing for a winner, the whistle blew and el classico was over.
I’m now off to bask in the glory of a thoroughly detailed and not at all narcissistic recounting of events and following that i’m going to the doctors to get tested for dementia.
Before I go i’d like to leave you with one of my favourite quotes from the founder of Old Meads in 1876, but i won’t.
Hopefully see you all on Saturday, and remember…