Newsletter w/c 31.5.21
- 3rd June 2021
Fixtures for Saturday 5th June 2021
|Team||Opposition||Venue / Referee||Competition||Kick Off|
|Sat Vets||Abbotsfield||Home – Pitch 4||Friendly||14:00|
|Sun Vets||no game|
I’m sad to let the club know that Stuart Tyler passed away after a short illness on Saturday the 29th March.
Stuart was 58 years old and leaves behind his wife Debbie and two adult sons Dan and Luke.
Stuart played for the club across many teams from the 1st team downwards from 1985 onwards. He was affectionately known a Nobby to his mates and was a cultured player who refused to head the ball as he was convinced football should be played on the ground. If he had a fault it was that he supported West Ham.
He toured with the club and was often to be found in the back bar drinking lager and the occasional port. He was a great friend and a proper Meadonian.
1st Team Manager
Old Meadonians 2 – 3 HAC
There are three certainties in life; death, taxes and Matt Fishman doing something stupid to get the wig. I believe that’s the fourth of the season, is that a record?
Well, the season is finally over. Not one of the best results wise, although we stayed in the division and can look to build next season.
The day started off on a downer, Brighty and Fishman were late and had to be picked up by the club captain as they missed the bus. The reason for missing the bus was Brighty being pied by the bus driver and her deciding to ignore him and carry straight on. Brighty being pied? Water is wet.
We started the better team and were playing some nice football. You’d have thought at 33, Xav would have known the offside rule but all evidence suggests otherwise as he was caught offside a record 79 times.
We had a few chances including Charlie Kimpton trying to back heel flick volley over their keeper which surprisingly didn’t end up with him bitching about how achey his hip is.
The one time we got the ball in the net was a 30 yard rocket from Brighty who decided to finally shoot, although the ref had blown his whistle before and the shot was only out of frustration. Amazing what happens when you shoot.
At some point in the half I bombarded down the right but forgot how my feet work and ended up having a shocker when I got the ball, not even sure how to best describe what I did but it wasn’t pretty. The wig was sealed from early.
The second half began in the same vein and the game was in the balance. Seemed like a no score draw was on the cards as it was 0-0 up until 60 minutes.
That was until the birthday boy Brighty stood up and hit a hilariously tame free kick which just happened to roll under their makeshift keeper, I was embarrassed to see tears rolling down Brighty’s face as he screamed ‘what a birthday present!!!’.
What followed was a 20 minute period where the Meads let in 3 sloppy goals which ultimately lost us the match.
We mounted a valiant effort to get back in the game and were rewarded after a nice move resulted in Xav nodding in the rebound. I’m as shocked as you all are that he scored a header after his attempt last week.
The Meads continued to push but couldn’t get the last goal. The match ended and so did our season.
An anti-climax to and anti-climatic season but as said before, we’re still in the prem and will bounce back next year. Heard bookies have suspended betting on us winning the league.
Now this would be the part where I thank the management for all the work they’ve done. However, seems they’ve given themselves enough credit with putting themselves in the team of the week in an act so cringey I considered leaving the team then and there.
All jokes aside, we all do really appreciate what the management of the club do- one thing nobody can ever accuse us of having is a management team that don’t care; the hours you put into this club don’t go unnoticed and we hope to be able to repay you next season with better results to reflect that.
Yes, I know I need to get out of their asses. I’m hungover and feeling soppy.
On a more general note, thank you for how welcoming you’ve all been in my first year- hopefully many more to come.
HAC 3 Meads 2
Man of the match – Marsh (hopefully see you again next season but what a keeper you’ve been and all the best moving forward)
Wig- Matt Ledgeman
Old Wokingians IV 3 – 2 OMFC IV Wildcats – The climax that never was
So, the last game had been reached after what has felt like about 4 different seasons in 1, win or draw we were up, lost and we weren’t, or so we thought… The squad had come full circle with summer availability kicking in, Rob’s Mrs had decided to book a holiday that coincided with the last game of the season (grounds for divorce). Barry had forgotten he booked a hotel room the night before to meet a real prospect (defo a brass but let’s not split hairs). Shane was still nowhere to be seen and the hairy bikers Steve and Nick the Falcon were in the 3s. The black book opened for one final time, and we managed to get Alan, described as a beast in the Nemaja Matic/Ngolo Kanté image by Toby (work that one out), and Esfastratios Frantzeskos, affectionally known as Steve, who thought he was playing at Woking FC and got a massive shock when he arrived at Wokes. Robbie had kept his place in the squad from last week’s impressive showing and Tim & Harrison came for beers but deep down knew they were going to be called upon. Then there’s Quinny…. Who late in the week came to the realisation he was due in Milton Keynes at his daughter’s graduation that morning, but no matter he raced back dumping her off at a station on the route to Woking and made it just after kick-off.
If there was ever a sign that we weren’t in for a good day our journey to Woking was proof, Southwestern rail decided to have a day off then half of the roads around Woking were closed, we arrived 5 minutes before kick-off and expected the worst.
The disorganisation of our journey continued into the first 15 minutes with Wokes all over us. Then to add to the problems Robbie’s calf went and we had no subs ready with Quinny and Alan still on route. However, in what may have been ever so slightly against the run of play Rusty tucked home, and we were 1 up. This brought Rusty within 1 of Toby for the golden boot lead, another undertone to the day. Quinny flashed a free kick past the post, and we came back into the game, Marlon and Kody were defending the barrage of cross field passes well and Aidan was doing all he could to do the job of 2 men without his partner in crime beside him. HT 0-1.
Second half and we were back under the pump, Tim and Harrison were doing all they could to stem the tide and Toby was running his arse off as usual, but we just couldn’t keep hold of the ball long enough to cause Wokes any real issues. After a string of saves with his legs in the first half Rorke was unlucky to have one ricochet into the path of their striker, 1-1. Still, we battled, and Aidan nearly found a breakthrough from distance and Marlon was unlucky to not get a better bounce when his barnstorming run got to the edge of their box. 87 minutes on the watch and the end was in sight, but with the Wildcats running on fumes another Wokes shot came in from the edge of the box and found the corner, 2-1. This wasn’t the end of the drama, Quinny’s free kick fell to Rusty, his back to goal, who controlled and volleyed on the turn into the corner, 2-2 and the golden boot was tied, more importantly we were back up. However, in the cruellest of twists with the last kick of the game they shot through bodies and despite calls of ‘wide’ from Rorke it found the corner. 3-2 FT. A heartbreaker for the lads, yet as all good M. Night Shyamalan films end there was ANOTHER plot twist. With about 10 minutes to go I had found out that a voided game for Wokes earlier in the year was to result in 0 points to either side so the game meant nothing after all, and we were guaranteed a 2nd place finish. Many beers followed and apparently some team called ‘CHELS’ won something, no clue.
Without boring everyone I just want to say how great it has been running the side this year, all of the lads have never given up and played in the right mindset and with the best attitude. The Wildcats are very much alive.
MoM – Couldn’t split Marlon & Kody, kept their wide men at bay all day, Kody having played 7 positions in the past 3 weeks as well.
WIG – Toby – turns up wearing an anklet, no words required.
Squad – Rorke – Clemo – Stratos – Marlon – Kody – Aidan – Robbie – Tim – Marco – Toby – Rusty – Quinny – Alan – Harrison