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Sunday, December 09, 2012

Ampthill Town FC


Ampthill Town FC clubhouse


Ampthill Town 1 Hertford Town 0


Monument visible from the ground


Hert broken

Ampthill Town 1 Hertford Town 0

Due to my wife's 50 th birthday and turning up at Stony Stratford the previous Saturday to find the pitch resembling Lake Windermere, this was my first game since the last round of the Vase at Littlehampton.
Two weeks before Christmas is never the best time to travel by train into London. The platform was heaving, the train was heaving and yet First Capital Connect still make the decision to just send out a four carriage train. Why oh why do they never think of their customers comfort. Still, fares will increase well over the price of inflation again in the new year and absolutely nothing will change - Rant over!
st Pancras was also heaving, but the platform for my train was a little tranquil oasis with only me and a couple of other people daring to head out of London on this prime Saturday shopping day.
It was a straightforward trip to Flitwick station where I was challenged to a walk of between 2-3 miles to Ampthill's ground. I was hoping to bump into somewhere for lunch but could only spot a Martin's newsagent. I bought a bar of chocolat in case of emergencies but there was no sign of a chippy. I set off on my walk and after about 10 minutes, like a mirage, Flitwick fishery appeared like a mirage on the other side of the road. There were two people ahead of my in the queue. I anticipated a short wait but was  in the shop for the best part of 15 minutes. Why do chip shops so often not have chips ready? This, along with the guy in front of me buying most of the food in the shop contributed to possibly the longest wait I've ever had for food on a hop. The guy in front of me actually drank a whole bottle of tango that he was buying and had finished it before he paid for it. Still, my jumbo sausage and chips were piping hot and really good.
The walk wasn't particularly enjoyable as it was constantly along busy roads with traffic roaring by. When I arrived in Ampthill, it was quite an attractive little place, larger than I had expected with a good selection of shops.
I used to be the tannoy announcer at Hertford Town as well as doing live, local radio reports. After these roles came to an end, I left the club to groundhop on a full time basis and this is the first time I had seen Hertford Town since. Needless to say, I entered the clubhouse and immediately bumped into a couple of people that I knew. I have to say that the collection of 30 or so Hertford fans sang without and did their club proud.
I really liked the ground. The clubhouse was neat, modern and well run. There was a covered area with some selected seating up a bank on the far side giving a great view of the action. A really nice backdrop of hills, a small wood and a striking church cross at the top of a mound. Hardstading all around with a pitch that played really well after the recent bad weather.
Sadly, the game didn't live up to much. It was slow, in fact laborious at times with long stoppages and seemingly aimless passes from both teams. Hertford's number 11 was injured after about 20 minutes and hobbled for the rest of the half. Why he wasn't substituted, I'll never know. He clearly couldn't run it off and yet was left labouring on the right wing for 25 mins. He even came out at half time for a fitness test after the physio had strapped him up, obviously he failed the test! Ampthill hit the underside of the bar in the first half and the Hertford keeper performed wonders to claw out the follow-up. Hertford hit the outside of the post, these were the only real moments of first half interest. The critical incident of the game happended midway through the second half. The Hertford keeper was caught by a forward in a 50-50 challenge, he writhed around in agony and after lengthy treatment was carried off. An outfide player took over between the sticks. Ampthill after a period of pressing, finally scored on 78 mins. A 15 yard pass was delightfully laid off in a 1-2 move and a toe poked finish gave the stand in keeper little chance. Hertford finally started to play some good football and looked threatening. if only they'd played like this when the scores were level! But Ampthill held on to reach the next round.
An enjoyable afternoon and nice to bump into some old friends.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Littlehampton Town FC


Littlehampton Town 1 Hanworth Villa 1


Littlehampton FC clubhouse


Little in it

Littlehampton Town 1 Hanworth Villa 1  aet

The train to London was even more heaving than normal.  There were fans going to the Arsenal v Spurs gam, fans going to see England v Australia at Twickenham, yet I seemed to be the only one going to Littlehampton in the vase - funny that!
I once again marvelled at modern technology. My daughter has gone travelling and whilst the person in front of me was trying without much success to arrange a lift from Heywards Heath, I was merrily chatting to my daughter in Malaysia by using 'Whatsapp'.
The journey went without incident although a young lady near me spent about an hour knitting. Made me think what a dying art that is, I honestly can't remember the last time I saw someone knitting on a train, it reminded me of the slightly dodgy home-made jumpers I used to be given as a kid.
I didn't really expect to like Littlehampton and was anticipating a slightly run-down, seaside town. I actually encountered a neat little town centre which had a nice feel to it and some lovely little shops. I opted for the South coast pasty shop for lunch which had 4 small tables to eat in. I ordered a giant Cornish pasty and ended up eating the nicest pasty that I have ever had outside of Cornwall. Lovely suety pastry and a tasty filling that didn't cheat on the meat. Absolutely fabulous and try it if you ever get a chance.
The ground is about a 10-15 minute walk from the station and is pretty much a straight line walk. There are covered areas all along the near side and hard standing around all but 1/8 of the pitch. The clubhouse was positively buzzing and is up high necessitating the climb of some stairs. I wasn't expecting too many people but there was quite a crowd who were all up for the game and boisterous with it. Hanworth brought along quite a following. When the two sets of fans congregated in the same area and were all chanting, I anticipated some unpleasantness, but to be fair, the whole crowd were ib good spirits throughout and the match passed without obvious incident. Bizarely the Hanworth fans had two life sized cardboard cut-outs of Marilyn Monroe which they carried around with them, I never found out why.
The game itself was excellent. Littlehampton were from the lower level by one step but certainly matched their opponents. They had the better of the first half and scored after 32 minutes wih a fine diving header. The second half was even with Hanworth just about edging it. They equalised on 70 mins putting away a rebound that came off the far post. Both sides had chances to win it with great opportunities missed and the woodwork being hit. Tackles were flying in as this became a compelling, full-blooded cup-tie.
A winner couldn't be found though, so a replay will be taking place at Hanworth.
Thoroughly enjoyable game at a lively venue.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Barking FC


Barking 0 Dunstable Town 3


The near end goal


Barking dugouts


Barking un Dun in last quarter

Barking 0 Dunstable Town 3

I had originally planned to visit Rye in Sussex for this round. But then one of the amateur dramatic clubs that I belong to organised an evening that I really wanted to attend, so I found a game nearer to home. I would be able to make it back in time, unless there's extra time.....
I took pleasure in passing the olympic stadium at Stratford. Just a passing glimpse brought back happy memories. As it fades into history, it's almost as if it wasn't real. There's something about the Liverpool Street line to Shenfield. At two consecutive stations, we had been sitting there for about 15 seconds, when a passenger suddenly realised it was his stop, leapt from his seat and flew out the carriage just as the doors were closing. At Ilford station, a couple of kids got off the train and walked along the platform with balloon animals. People who create these things make it look so easy. I tried once, the balloon burst in my hands and I took a slap of deflated balloon on the cheek that left a red blotch for about a week. I tried a couple more times and just ended up with strange squeaking noises followed by a balloon that unravelled as quickly as I had folded it up.
Due to rail replacement on the District line, I took he train to Goodmayes. I was pleased to see a Tesco extra as we pulled in and I felt lunch coming on. But their cafe was a huge let down. A few sorry looking chips, one lonesome pie that sat at an odd angle and a few pathetic looking pease. Rather disappointed, I headed off to scour the local shops for alternative food. 
I can't remember the last time it took this long to get my sense of direction. I strolled up and down the high street several times trying to find a landmark on my map. I finally spotted the road that I was standing on in my map although it was kind of not facing the way I was expecting - maybe I'm losing my touch as I usually figure out my roue almost immediately. 
After almost slelecting a dodgy pizza place and a Southern fried chicken joint, I selected a chippy just as I entered Lodge lane. I had a saveloy and chips. Surprise, surprise, the second I left the shop it started raining and uite hard. I ended up eating my food whilst sheltering under a tree as the rain belted down with the odd drop of rain water landing square on my meal. Oh, the glamerous life we hoppers sometimes lead.
The ground itself wasn't too bad. A covered standing and seating area up one side and cover behind the near goal. 
The nicest touch was a bunch of kids and some ladies who were selling homemade cakes at half time for the Macmillan charity. apparently they were down to their last 25 plates of cakes having started with several hundred. The cakes were great and how nice to see a local football club encouraging charity work like this. A little thing like this made me feel good about the whole day.
The game was a real contrast in styles. Dunstable passed the ball  really nicely and were incredibly patient, but particularly in the first half, they wouldn't put the ball into the box for love nor money. Barking played a more direct game but had a couple of lively strikers. For 70 minutes we were at stalemate and I was staring to get quite agitated as extra time was the last thing I wanted. Fortunately for me Dunstable scored three in the last 20 minutes as they finally wore a stubborn Barking team town. The last minute saw one of the most incredible double open goal misses I've ever seen. Because it was right at the end of the game & the result was not in doubt, it was kind of shrugged off but I'm not sure I'll ever know how Dunstable didn't score a fourth goal.
Hopefully it will be Sussex in the next round, but Barking was a nice venue to find when I was short of time.   

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Downham Town FC


Downham Town 0 Northampton Spencer 2


The covered area


Downham cafe


Keeping errors see Spencer home

Downham Town 0 Northampton Spencer 2

I decided that it was time to the Eastern league division 1 and Downham Market fitted the brief. I always have a spring in my step when I have a journey that avoids London and with a glorious early autumn day, all was set fair. Cambridge station has been re-vamped, two new platforms have been created. There's now less of a wait for trains to have an avaiable platform, but before everything was up and down once are, now you have to go up stairs, across a walkway, down stairs and then find which platform your connection is coming in to. All a little stressful when you have a tight connection for time, but I found where I was going with a couple of minutes to spare. 
At Ely, a handful of schoolboys got on the train. Although they looked cheerful enough, I always feel terribly sorry for kids that have to go to school on a Saturday and I'm never exactly sure what the purpose is other than possibly enabling teachers to have longer holidays!
As well as Twitter, I've now been talked into joining facebook. It has to be said that most of the journey now consists of reading Email, reading texts, answering tweets, BBM's, Whatsapp messages and facebook messages. It sure makes the journey go quicker - What did we ever do before having these devices?
On leaving Downham Market station, I had to wait for a level crossing barrier to lift, I think that may be a groundhop first for me, but with loads of time, I actually quite enjoyed the little wait.
First job was finding lunch. I bypassed a couple of pubs that didn't look up to much, almost went into a sit down fish and chip shop but was distracted by a sign that said 'Downham cafe'. Just my type of place! I love cafe's that do English food with no frills. Affectionally known as 'greasy spoons', this was a classic case. It was really busy which is always a good sign. Sure, it didn't do fine dining, but the service was polite, the food came quickly and was piping hot and it was reasonably priced. I selected a burger, egg, chips and beans and for a quick bite to eat, I couldn't fault it. Others around me were having shepherds pie, fish and chips, omlettes, sausage sandwiches and the guy next to me just had scrambled egg on toast that looked great. The sort of place tha I find all too infrequently.
I wandered up to the ground which was easy to find. I generally find Eastern grounds really nicely set up. No fault of the club, but this was a little disappointing. It's actually set in a recreation ground and the club had erected temporary fences so that they could charge admission. On first glance, I actually thought it was a training pitch. As I say, it's no criticism as you can only work with the facilities you have and the money you have available. There is cover on the far side and a few benches to sit on. A good clubhouse with a tea point and bar. A tennis court and cricket nets or on the same complex. It's actually quite a short pitch and has an end to end slope. Leaves are starting to fall which also doesn't help the pitch look its best.
Northampton Spencer are a level above Downham. Thhey took the initiative on 8 mins when the Downham keeper collided with a defender and the attacker literally walked the ball in. This keeper had a bad day, he had two shocking kick-outs that could easily have led to other goals and was also lucky to get away with it when he was caught in posession outside the box. He was actually substituted later in the half, I think because he picked up a knock when this first goal was scored. Downham should have equalised soon after this goal but when clean through, shot tamely at the keeper.
The second goal came on 40 mins. It was direct from a 25 yard free kick that the substitute keeper could only turn onto the post and it went in, he probably should have kept it out!
The second half was quite frenetic but there were not a lot of clear cut chances apart from one Downham effort that the keeper saved which again probably should have been scored.
 Not a bad crowd and good to see quite a few young people including quite a surprising number of young ladies.
Not my favourite ever place to visit, but nobody could complain about being outside on such a glorious afternoon. 

Sunday, September 02, 2012

Laverstock & Ford FC


There goes the bride


Laverstock & Ford 0 Roman Glass St George 1


Lovely views


Bride brings good luck to Romans

Laverstock & Ford 0 Roman Glass St George 1

When the draws for the early rounds of the FA competitons are published, I'm a bit like a kid in a sweet shop. So many weird and wonderful names that I've never visited, what to choose?
I narrowed it down by deciding to visit the Wessex league division 1 as I hadn't seen a game in this league for a while. I decided on AFC Porchester and that's how things stood for a couple of months. That is, until I realised that Porchester had been promoted last season, so being the anal person that I am, I changed venues. After some deliberation, I decided on Laverstock and Ford.
The paralympics were in full swing that made London even busier than usual, but just like the Olympics themselves, there was a lovely buzz in the city which was full of excited, happy faces, all kinds of nationalities and helpful volunteers around every corner. If only it was always like this.
On travelling the escolater up to Waterloo station, I saw a couple of girls coming down eating ice lollies. Slightly unusual I thought but shrugged it off. About 4 people later, somebody else was eating an ice lolly, then another, then another....When I reached the concourse, people far and wide were all eating ice lollies. I though I'd walked in on some kind of weird flash mob. Having 30 minutes to spare, I decided to investigate. I soon bumped into some volunteers with boxes galore, handing out these strawberry split lollies, with Virgin's name on the otherwise plain wrapper. I guess it was something to do with the olympics as well. What was nice to see is how this kind of brought everyone together. Young children, OAP's, policemen, businessmen, hoodies,everyone just standing around eating an ice lolly.
I've been to Salisbury 4 times in just over a year for various reasons and therefore knew where I was going once I arrived. What I wasn't sure of was which stop to stand at once I reached the bus station. I called into the information office to ask. A woman behind the desk was counting money and there was a look of despair in her face when she thought I wwas going to interrupt her and put her off. "Just a minute sir" she almost shrieked. I patiently waited a couple of minutes for her to finish, the desire to randomly ay numbers out loud almost overwhelming.
The bus journey to Laverstock was so quick, I almost missed my stop. I walked up the road towards the ground and found a one-stop convenience store opposite the entrance. I bought a slightly ropey ham and mustard sandwhich which was okay but I fancied something more substantial.
I gentleman at the gate gave me a very warm welcome and was full of good humour, apparently there was a wedding on also in the function room, people kept asking him where to park even though there was a cardboard sign right next to him with the word parking on it and an arrow pointing towards an adjacent field.
I have to say, the ground verged on the charming. Lovely views, an unusual little stand dressed around the nea corner flag, nearby rivers and bridges, it really is a delight. I visited the tea hut and again the lady serving was delightful. I ordered sausage and chips which weere cooked fresh. When they arrived, I was presented with two perfectly cooked, plump pork sausages and piping hot chips that you could tell were cooked in fresh oil, the nicest food I've eaten at a non-league ground for a long time. A gentleman official from the club then came and chatted to me for 10 mens, very knowledgable and passionate about non-league football, he turned out to be the husband of the lady in the tea hut and again was extremely good company.
I took a stroll around the ground to the sound of chiming church bells and the sight of four parachutists dropping from the sky in the near distance.
The grass was perhaps a little long on the pitch but it played well enough.
Laverstock had put a completely fresh team together following their relegation last season and you could see that there was still a bit of gelling that needed to take place. Roman Glass had the best first half chances with the Laverstock keeper making a handful of useful stops.
at half-time Roman Glass stayed out on the pitch for their team talk. It was a lovely afternoon but this was still quite unusual. What was more unusual was the bride from the forementioned wedding strolling along the car park and asking to have her picture taken with the team. They happily obliged and annoyingly I didn't get there in time to capture that moment. Still, another first at a non-league game for me.
The second half was more of a scrappy affair. Roman Glass scored on 68 minutes with a far post header from a free kick. Lots of complaints from Laverstock but I didn't see anything wrong.
Laverstock threw not exactly the kitchen sink, more like a few taps and a soap dispenser at Roman Glass in the last 15 minutes. There were a few scarea and Laverstock did have one effort disallowed for offside, but Roman Glass just about deserved the win.
After my disspiriting experience in my last Vase game at Herne Bay, this totally restored my faith in the competition.
A terrific club full of the nicest people I've met on the circuit for a long time. My only sadness is that I'm unlikely to return.
Give them a visit if you can.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Congratulations Dunston UTS

Dunston UTS 2 West Auckland Town 0

Irritatingly, I picked up a nasty bug and  didn't feel up to attending the Vase final.

Makes me even more eager to find out the opening draw for next seasons tournament.

Congratulations to Dunston UTS. Pleasant, humorous fans and worthy winners.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Herne Bay FC

View from behind the near goal at Herne Bay FC

Herne Bay 2 West Auckland 2

Auckland keep Herne at Bay

Herne Bay 2 West Auckland 2

After attending the superbly organised and thoroughly enjoyable Central Midlands league hop the previous weekend, I had fully intended to make the long trawl up to Dunston. But at short notice, I couldn't find a reasonably cheap rail ticket and in this present climate, could not justify the expenses. So it was off to Herne Bay who funnily enough, I had visited in pre-season for the first time. I got my first view of the new concourse at Kings Cross station and what an excellent improvement it is. Nice shops, plenty of standing room with clear information on train departures adn queues for the photo opportunity with a shopping trolley disappearing into the wall at platform 9 & 3/4. The journey out to the north Kent coast doesn't look to be far when you look at a map, but seems to take a long time on the train considering that there's only a handful of stops. But the journey went without incident and I was in the happy position on arriving in Herne Bay of knowing exactly where I was going. Things were well Marshalled on arrival and I was soon in the ground. Small covered areas are on wither side and behind the far goal. There were four different places where you could buy food and this helped to keep the queues down. The cheeseburger was not at all bad but not a patch on the fabulous offering at Dronfield a week earlier. I also had a cold, hot cross bun which was on sale and thoroughly enjoyed this early Easter offering. Due to threats of 18-20 degree temperatures and not a cloud in the sky, I went without a coat. Idiotically, I forgotten that we would be right next to the coast and as pleasant as the sun was, it was remarkably chilly.

Sadly, this game will be remembered for the pathetic behaviour by a group of Herne Bay fans. They had assembled at least an hour before the game and immediately started hurling deeply unpleasant, homophobic chants at the West Auckland fans. After a long journey from the North, these followers deserved a warm welcome. The chanting continued all afternoon and there was a real tension around when a group of Auckland fans, probably sick of the abuse they'd been taking for the last hour, went and stood in the same covered area. The chanting was deeply unpleasant all afternoon, completely lacking in any humour or support for their team and purely based on insulting and winding up the opposing fans. It's such a shame that the biggest day in a clubs history should be hijacked by this pathetic, hooligan element. The stewards did a brilliant job under severe provocation and I'll never understand why the police did not enter the ground.

The game itself was excellent. Both teams played the game hard but fair. Respect was shown all around and it was expertly refereed. Auckland scored after only 5 mins. A nervy attempt at control by the Herne Bay centre half went wrong and Auckland broke clear to slot home. On 15 mins the lead was doubled with a well hit finish from just outside the box and it was all looking a bit one-sided. But Herne Bay fought back with the best goal of the afternoon as their nippy cwntre forward blasted a finish into the far corner after a run down the left. The equaliser came 5 mins into the second half as a 25 yard shot went in after catching a deflection of a defender. Herne Bay came closest to sealing a first league advantage, but the Auckland keeper made a great save at the death.

The game was very enjoyable but this is the second year running where I've encountered crowd incidents at the semi-final stage. I've got to the stage now where if this happens again, I'm going to go elsewhere on semi-final days and let the idiots spoil someone elses day.

No second leg for me as my wife is singing in a choir at Wembley stadium next Saturday and I'm off to watch.  

I know - no cpmment!

Saturday, March 03, 2012

Peterborough Northern Star FC

Peterborough Northern Star 3 Dunston UTS 4 aet

View of the near side

Peterborough slayed by Northern stars in extra time classic

Peterborough Northern Star 3 Dunston UTS 4 aet

Always nice to have a ground within reasonably easy reach that I haven't visited before for the Vase quarter finals. 

The train journey to Peterborough passed without incident and I had 90 mins to find the ground. The hardest part was finding my way over the main road after exiting the station. After standing scratching my head for a couple of minutes, I suddenly noticed a covered footbridge about 200 yards away - Doh!!

I decided to walk to the ground and I'm not sure that I took the most direct route. But I always new where I was according to the map I had printed off, it would have helped however if Peterborough council could be bothered to put up road names to actually confirm where you are walking.  It was quite a long walk though and took me about 45 mins. I have to say that Peterborough is not the nicest of areas. Youths hanging around every 100 yards or so, gangs of hoodies everywhere, people yelling obscenities from cars and you take your life in your hands every time to try to cross a road. Can't say I'll be any hurry to return.

The ground is quite neat when you enter although fairly basic. Two small covered seating areas on the far side. Strangely, fans stood in front of the far seated area during the came so most people under the cover also stood up. I felt a bit sorry for a couple of old timers sitting there as they couldn't have been able to see too much. There is also a small covered area on the near side and the quite large pitch is also railed off.

A red kite hovered overhead on my arrival which is always a pleasant sight. 

Having had a large cooked breakfast, I wasn't too hungry. Earlier in the week, I was charged 60 pence for a two bar Kit-Kat which I considered outrageous. The £1 for a good pile of chips at the ground was more than good value.

The £6 admission including a good programme was also very fair value.

A large number of Dunston fans were at the game, some of whom had made a weekend of their trip. They were all in good humour, were very good company and extremely sporting towards the opposition whenever they did anything well. The whole came was played in a competitive but fair spirit which was a credit to both teams, I don't remember a bad tackle.

The game got off to a very slow start with seemingly nothing but throw-in's for the first ten  minutes although the strong wind did make things difficult for the fans. Peterborough scored after 19 mins and Dunston equalised 10 mins later. The rest of the 90 mins was fairly mundane, Dunston had the better of the second half but italways looked like ending in a draw.

I didn't expect much from extra time & certainly didn't expect the drama that unfolded. Peterborough scored just a minute in only for Dunston to equalise again just before the break. Dunston then took the lead just into the second period but this time Peterborough came straight back to equalise. Almost inevitably, there was awinner right at the death and it came from Dunston, a soft shot that I'm not quite sure how it beat the keeper.

A marvelous finale, I celebrated by taking the bus back to the station.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Bournemouth FC

Bournemouth 2 Royston Town 1

Dug outs on the far side

Poppies left standing after battle with Royston

Bournemouth 2 Royston Town 1

After canceling my previous trip to Bornemouth due to rail closure, I was delighted to see that they were drawn at home again & off I set. As usual, I found myself sitting in front of a father with two noisy children. But for once, instead of being annoyed by them, I found myself silently joining in with his impromptu Railway children quiz. My moment of glory arrived as neither of the two young children or the father could remember the name of the station master. As I left the train, I leant over and casually announced that I thought it was Mr Potts. "Of course" replied the father, "Thank you". I happily strutted off. Only when I got home & checked on google, did I realise that it was actually Mr Perks. That's the last time that I butt in to a children' quiz.

The trip from Bournemouth station to my destination I made on one the town's yellow busses. Very cool they are to. A TV screen inside the bus showing live camera shots of the bus in motion & also shots of the passengers sitting in the bus. Very high tech!

On walking to the ground, I had two dogs come yapping around my ankles as their flustered owner shuffled over and exclaimed "Whatever next"?I wasn't quite sure how to reply to this, so just smiled and muttered something about having a face that made dogs bark and left her trying to untangle her leads.

The clubhouse at the ground was packed even from 2pm when I arrived. I passed no shops after leaving the bus, so purchased one of the clubs hot dogs. A small submarine roll, a few onions & a sausage from a tin. But I was so hungry, that it tasted as good as fine dining and the lady serving was as pleasant as can be.

I actually quite like the Wessex league for its grounds and this one was not a disappointment. A fair sized stand with seating right next to the clubhouse. The rest of the pitch is railed off with netting and advertising boards and hard standing.

The wind throughout the afternoon was ferocious and exactly came close to ruining the contest. Both sets of players also spent most of the afternoon complaining like crazy and sprinting towards the referee when a decision went against their team. As I discussed with a photographer sitting just inside the hoarding, "If they played football like they whinged, they would be World class.

But this game turned into a battle ground and I can't remember a game with so many late and bad tackles. Bournemouth got off to a terrific start, winning a penalty as the keeper took out a man that went past him even though the ball was never going to stay in play. The penalty was easily converted. A second came on 16 minutes. A break down the left resulted in the right back failing to win a tackle just inside the area, The ball fell kindly to the attacker who beat the keeper comfortably. Other some full blooded challenges and a couple of 20 man melees, Bournemouth were reduced to 10 men just before half time after a man got a deserved second yellow card for a late tackle. The second half was therefore always likely to be all Royston what with the extra man and the wind with them. They had loads of the ball but didn’t create as many chances as I expected. They did pull one back on 67 mins. A ball through the left saw an attacker let it run brilliantly, taking the keeper out of the game. He cut it back from the dead ball line and a substitute who had been on for no more than 30 seconds, stroked it in. After this Bournemouth had one hairy goalmouth scramble, but actually had the better of the chances and were probably worthy winners.