OOOH MATRON, VETS COME FROM BEHIND

In the absence of Chad a Demus, who was playing tease me, tease me in the Welsh Valley with a herd of sheep, I inadvertently became his Pliers. For anyone who remembers the 80’s reggae band I (Sammon) decided to take on the poisoned chalice of compiling this week’s match report.

As we look for our first home win of the campaign, Eddie upped the ante by switching changing rooms, but even more surprising Cherry Baby was dropped from the starting line up on the boom box, and Enter the Sandman made its debut. The request from our leader was to drink in the first 10 seconds, and head out fired up, unfortunately we forgot Griff can only count to five, so left the building a little raw and uncooked, * Another 80’s reference, to the album by the Fine Young Cannibals.  It should be young, raw, and uncooked, but young we are not… !!

The game kicked off,  the weather fresh, pitch a little bobbly, and the opening exchanges a little frenetic, both sides turning over the ball and counter attacking with purpose, however it was the away side who took the lead with a bit of ping pong on the edge of the box finally dropping to one of their players who fired through a crowd into the back of the net, closely followed by goal number two, where we lost possession, a ball was played over the top to the edge of the byline and the cross somehow looped high and over Jim, nestling into the far corner.

However it is was not all doom and gloom, as Bossie continued to press, but the chances came and went, Robo Carl had a couple of long ranges strikes, likewise Danny Dyer, Hutch took aim with a pot shot or two, Stu who had a couple of efforts which went just wide and HighTower and Dicko placing a couple of headers inches above the frame of the goal, in short the flavour of the first half, close but no cigar.

Danny Dyer Hutchinson

Until with a few minutes of the first 40 minutes left on the clock, Scottie swung a ball in, I believe from a free kick, Jack rose the highest and after a review from the questionable goals committee, as to whether it got a touch of his thinning hairline, Darren English at Stockley Park gave the green light.

The Manchester Magician

The first half ends, and AFC vets go into the break 2 -1 down, but well in the game.

After clear messaging from the gaffer, and two substitutions, Nathan and Neil Featherweight entering the fray, the second half got under the way.

The aim was to control the game, keep possession, tire the other team out and most importantly be more clinical in and around the box, and for the next 20 minutes, we managed three of the four, but the goals just would not come, space was being created, and there was some nice interplay between Jono, Carl, Scottie and Neil which opened up pockets of space for crosses to continue to rein in without success.

As frustration started to creep in, Bossie finally managed to get back on terms, a sumptuous half volley from Nathan, which swept across Andrea Onana crashing into the net, game on Desmond (2-2).

The pressure continued to mount, Dicko and Scottie hitting the post and bar respectively and Danny Dyer just putting a one on one wide after a majestic through ball splitting the defence by Nathan.

With the clock ticking into the last 10 minutes, Bossie win another corner, set play merchant Scottie takes aim and drops a delightful ball to the back post where Ademola Lookman styli, Canavan muscled his way in and planted a powerful header past the stranded keeper.  3-2, the turnaround complete.

Griff also came on and enjoyed a couple of tasty coming’s together, as well as winning a header of such magnitude his neck ended up a metre behind the rest of his body, one to watch on Match of the Day with Mark Chapman.

There was just enough time to send on the effervescent Sammon to join the fray and with a couple of minutes remaining, the ball popped up in the box and he calmly put his head over the ball and with a couple of bounces the ball ends up in the corner of the goal. 4-2 and just a timely reminder that there is life in the old fish yet….

The games concludes and although we made hard work of the win, last year this was the type of game that would have got away from us. Everybody knuckled down, came together as team, and in the end deserved the 3 points. 2 Wins 6 Points .  Let’s keep up the momentum.

Just over 8KM on Hutch’s Heatmap and some Goal Hanging

PS, I have had call from a friend in Perth, Australia who kindly asked whoever shouted the word BASTARD to keep the noise down….

In Bossie we trust….