13-10-09
Class warfare ensued on the football pitch, as the upstanding folk of Harrogate came to Garforth’s mining village for the first round of the UniBond President’s Cup. That is the name given to this competition, and the second half of this particular match was spectacle enough for a king, as Garforth almost snatched defeat from the jaws of victory only to inch ahead in the dying moments of the game. 3-2 is cited along with 4-3 as one of the best score-lines a game of association football can have, and it was easy to see why, as both sets of fans witnessed uneasy, demoralising and relieving moments alike as the outcome seemingly teetered back and forth between two sides who both showed some dextrous football at times…
Darren Thornton burst forwards early doors and tried his luck with a chip, which was tipped over by Harrogate shot stopper Jordan Yorath. The resulting corner fell kindly for Liam Ormsby to convert, after only a hundred or so seconds of play.
The posh visitors replied strongly, with a slid shot sliding wide, and a good ball played into the box only for the chance to be squandered. The always dependable (barring the odd moment of gratuitous violence) Brett Renshaw, who defended well, played a lovely ball up for Fidel Mholo, the man whose name has been misspelt and mispronounced more times than any other player in the history of English football. Fidel claimed the ball well but was flagged offside, by the increasingly flag-happy linesman.
Thornton suffered from the man’s rampant right arm, as it once more decreed that the striker’s run was from an offside position. After Darren converted the chance, he was cautioned for ‘kicking the ball away’. As much as I would love to point fingers and criticise ineptitude, stupidity and lunacy, I will not comment on the referee’s decision in this instance.
Substitute Tom Greaves almost forced his way through into a one on one, but was impeded at the last, after fine interchanges in the midfield. A corner soon followed though, was taken short, and the subsequent cross from Thornton was converted in the easiest fashion from the far post, Duncan Williams grateful for the gift. Pin point cross, point blank range, header, goal, done and dusted. 2-0 on the hour.
Garforth could not quite kill the game off though, and so it was on 78 that the in form Craig Ellison injured himself. The keeper did well to make several saves, but the inevitable happened with all Garforth substitutes used up. A high ball that Ellison could not contest, and a horrible ricochet later, and the Miner’s were level in a game they had all but won after nearly eighty minutes of comfort.
Two things happened. A promising Harrogate attack was deemed offside, by the vastly improved linesman, and the ensuing break from Garforth saw Thornton released into space down the middle. Heading from right to left, he in turn released fellow substitute Christopher Jones, and the youngster’s left footed finish was true. Garforth snatched victory from the snapping jaws of possible defeat that had ripped surefire victory away from the Colegate smiling mouth of a comfortable win in the first place… ahem, or in other terms, unfortunate injuries looked to have doomed the match, but as it were they only served to provide a tensely entertaining conclusion to it. The Miner’s march on, after knocking the Railwaymen off the tracks…
Town progress, and face more cup fixtures on the hunt for glory in the coming winter months as the cold spectre of darkness looms over us all.
"Exit light… enter night. Take my hand… we’re off to never Neverland…"
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Tuesday, 13 October 2009
Saturday, 10 October 2009
Trafford FC 0 - Garforth Town 2
10-10-09
The Red Rose inhabitants of Trafford number nearly a quarter of a million, and almost 1/1500th of them turned out today to support their newest club, Trafford FC. With Old Trafford, the home of Man-ches-toh Uni’ed nearby it is understandable, not to mention the fact they play in white, yet the non-leaguers from Shawe View have amassed twenty-two honours in their short history. However, while four of their number sang to the tune of ‘We Are Sailing’, it would be the visiting Yorkshiremen who would cruise to a comfortable victory on the hostile side of the Pennines, completing a double barrelled victory for Leeds area sport as the Rhino’s became Super League champions only hours later in Trafford over St Helen’s of Lancashire. War of the Roses 2.0 revisited went to Yorkshire on this day…
Passing interchanges were exchanged between Harding, Ovington and Williams early doors as the Miner’s looked to find an opening. Ovington weaved from the left wing and positioned to shoot, missing narrowly. A long ball up the left channel almost sent Williams clear, and several shots were missed. Meanwhile, Turner, Renshaw, Zalo and Fox were unperturbed at the back, as Trafford offered little in the way of fashioning chances.
Ovington found the net on 37, when he cut in from the left wing as he had done before. He then proceeded to do what he had not done before, however, when he managed to hit both criteria for scoring goals; hit the target, and beat the keeper. His shot from distance dipped wickedly, exposed the stranded shot stopper, and opened the scoring.
Twenty minutes of gameplay later and Ovington almost created the second, sending Williams racing through on goal to meet a well-timed lunge from the goalkeeper. Minutes later he could have added the second himself after Greaves was put through on goal. The striker slid the ball past the goalkeeper into the path of Ovington, only for the most desperate of late lunges from a vigilant defender.
Claisse, Williams, Harding and Ovington stroked the ball around and exchanged passes, before Williams curled a ball into the box for Liam Ormsby. Unfortunately, the midfielder’s touch was too strong, and the flick went over. Then on 75, Mark Piper stole the ball with a deft Cruyff turn and released substitute Darren Thornton. The striker sent a shot wide.
The decisive killer blow was struck in the dying minutes of normal time, as a free kick was curled up to Greaves on the right wing. Sub-standard marking saw the ball sail past his man, the striker controlled, headed for goal, and shot low to the near post to double the advantage and claim the game. Trafford were sunk like the Titanic, as it was rather Garforth who were sailing.
The Miner’s improve to only one loss in five, as the player’s turn in their most comfortable display in recent memory as they win at a canter. Now mid-table, Town can push on, capitalise on the improved cohesion and make a statement. Two cup matches are next, one of which is the FA Trophy, and with only a handful of wins from Wembley, one could be forgiven for daring to dream, subconsciously smelling the stench of cockney-ville already and the foul aromas of the southern wastelands where potential cup glory awaits…
The Red Rose inhabitants of Trafford number nearly a quarter of a million, and almost 1/1500th of them turned out today to support their newest club, Trafford FC. With Old Trafford, the home of Man-ches-toh Uni’ed nearby it is understandable, not to mention the fact they play in white, yet the non-leaguers from Shawe View have amassed twenty-two honours in their short history. However, while four of their number sang to the tune of ‘We Are Sailing’, it would be the visiting Yorkshiremen who would cruise to a comfortable victory on the hostile side of the Pennines, completing a double barrelled victory for Leeds area sport as the Rhino’s became Super League champions only hours later in Trafford over St Helen’s of Lancashire. War of the Roses 2.0 revisited went to Yorkshire on this day…
Passing interchanges were exchanged between Harding, Ovington and Williams early doors as the Miner’s looked to find an opening. Ovington weaved from the left wing and positioned to shoot, missing narrowly. A long ball up the left channel almost sent Williams clear, and several shots were missed. Meanwhile, Turner, Renshaw, Zalo and Fox were unperturbed at the back, as Trafford offered little in the way of fashioning chances.
Ovington found the net on 37, when he cut in from the left wing as he had done before. He then proceeded to do what he had not done before, however, when he managed to hit both criteria for scoring goals; hit the target, and beat the keeper. His shot from distance dipped wickedly, exposed the stranded shot stopper, and opened the scoring.
Twenty minutes of gameplay later and Ovington almost created the second, sending Williams racing through on goal to meet a well-timed lunge from the goalkeeper. Minutes later he could have added the second himself after Greaves was put through on goal. The striker slid the ball past the goalkeeper into the path of Ovington, only for the most desperate of late lunges from a vigilant defender.
Claisse, Williams, Harding and Ovington stroked the ball around and exchanged passes, before Williams curled a ball into the box for Liam Ormsby. Unfortunately, the midfielder’s touch was too strong, and the flick went over. Then on 75, Mark Piper stole the ball with a deft Cruyff turn and released substitute Darren Thornton. The striker sent a shot wide.
The decisive killer blow was struck in the dying minutes of normal time, as a free kick was curled up to Greaves on the right wing. Sub-standard marking saw the ball sail past his man, the striker controlled, headed for goal, and shot low to the near post to double the advantage and claim the game. Trafford were sunk like the Titanic, as it was rather Garforth who were sailing.
The Miner’s improve to only one loss in five, as the player’s turn in their most comfortable display in recent memory as they win at a canter. Now mid-table, Town can push on, capitalise on the improved cohesion and make a statement. Two cup matches are next, one of which is the FA Trophy, and with only a handful of wins from Wembley, one could be forgiven for daring to dream, subconsciously smelling the stench of cockney-ville already and the foul aromas of the southern wastelands where potential cup glory awaits…
Sunday, 4 October 2009
Salford City 0 - Garforth Town 0
3-10-09
Chumbawamba kicked off the day, with walk out theme I Get Knocked Down But I Get Up Again being a fitting epithet to a team with such dramatic upswings and downturns in performance levels and fortune as Garforth Town FC. The game started, with the Greater Mancunian outfit attempting to knock their visitors down for the count, the yellows looking to ‘remind their fans of the good times’, and play a game ‘to remind them of the better times’. Whose fans would be “singing, when we’re winning”? Whose set of supporters would be “drinking a whisky drink; a vodka drink, a lager drink, and a cider drink” to drown their sorrows come the end? Ninety minutes of football later in the shadow of the ‘Theatre of Dreams’, we would know the answer.
The opening exchanges did nothing to offer an indication of the answer, as the closest chance for the visitors came from strikers Thornton and Greaves chasing down Andy Robertson in the Salford goal, while the hosts offered less. A welcome addition to the game was Rhodri Giggs, now plying his trade, footballing trade, along with his more celebrated brother Ryan in Salford, though in somewhat less grandiose surroundings. In fairness to him, other than chelping at his own team-mates and sloping around in the second half, he did nothing particularly out of the ordinary to ‘bring the game into disrepute’, I believe is the politically correct, diplomatic description. Ovington and Williams swung in crosses for Town, but they were dealt with well.
John McAliskey had two very good chances for Salford, which new goalkeeper Craig <> did well to stop. The new shot stopper did his best all afternoon to ensure Tom Morgan gets a pink slip in the mail, as he was undoubtedly man of the match for his display. Garforth came close after twenty-five minutes, when Ovington put Tom Greaves through on the right channel. With the offside trap beaten and Robertson in no-mans-land, Greaves latched onto the lofted ball and his lobbed finish struck the outside of the posts elbow joint that conjoins the net and goal, just wide of the top corner.
Salford had mixed luck, with Giggs’ well taken free kick saved, but a handball in their own box escaping the notice of all officials, a bittersweet minute. Thornton and particularly Ovington came close with chances to close out the half, a low drive and a left footed shot cut across the goal and wide, respectively.
Thornton again tried his luck with a run from his own half, evading challenges and ending with a lacklustre shot. Ovington showed a turn of pace and played a ball in for Tom Claisse, who shot over. Salford shot, with Craig tipping the ball over well. The home side would have three or four shots on goal in this time.
For the rest of the game, Garforth pressed and created chances only for Salford to respond with several of their own. City arguably carved out the more memorable chances, only for the likes of Giggs, Rouse and McAliskey to miss. Though in the second half they undoubtedly came closest with the scant goal scoring opportunities, from the official report in the Salford Star, you would think Garforth had been spanked like a Mirko Cro Cop opponent in a Japanese freak show mismatch. As for the lamentations of The Salford Star, I respond with this; Sors salutis, et virtutis, michi nunc contraria… mecum omnes plangite! Carl Orff, O Fortuna. Relying on the overuse of ‘F bombs’ and county insults like the Salford Star did is so uncultured, even for the red rose...
So the points were shared equally, between our lovable hosts and us ‘yellow shirted Yorkshire ****ing ****ers’. As fate would have it, lager was the beverage of choice, though the miserable Mancunians undoubtedly resorted to the whisky drinks, the vodka drinks, the lager drinks and the cider drinks in lamentation, to vent about the match and to remind them of the better times. Chumbawamba, Tubthumping. A song Salford City use pre-match, and would do well to remember in the aftermath of such a game after the events conclusion.
"Don't cry for me, next door (county) neighbours..."
Garforth next play against Chorley at home on Tuesday night, then Trafford away on Saturday. Kick-offs will be at 7:45pm and 3pm respectively. If we get knocked down, we will get up again, yeah they're never gonna keep us down....
'Danny Boy': yellow shirted ****ing tubthumper, whisky/vodka/lager/cider drinker, and proud Yorkshireman.
Chumbawamba kicked off the day, with walk out theme I Get Knocked Down But I Get Up Again being a fitting epithet to a team with such dramatic upswings and downturns in performance levels and fortune as Garforth Town FC. The game started, with the Greater Mancunian outfit attempting to knock their visitors down for the count, the yellows looking to ‘remind their fans of the good times’, and play a game ‘to remind them of the better times’. Whose fans would be “singing, when we’re winning”? Whose set of supporters would be “drinking a whisky drink; a vodka drink, a lager drink, and a cider drink” to drown their sorrows come the end? Ninety minutes of football later in the shadow of the ‘Theatre of Dreams’, we would know the answer.
The opening exchanges did nothing to offer an indication of the answer, as the closest chance for the visitors came from strikers Thornton and Greaves chasing down Andy Robertson in the Salford goal, while the hosts offered less. A welcome addition to the game was Rhodri Giggs, now plying his trade, footballing trade, along with his more celebrated brother Ryan in Salford, though in somewhat less grandiose surroundings. In fairness to him, other than chelping at his own team-mates and sloping around in the second half, he did nothing particularly out of the ordinary to ‘bring the game into disrepute’, I believe is the politically correct, diplomatic description. Ovington and Williams swung in crosses for Town, but they were dealt with well.
John McAliskey had two very good chances for Salford, which new goalkeeper Craig <> did well to stop. The new shot stopper did his best all afternoon to ensure Tom Morgan gets a pink slip in the mail, as he was undoubtedly man of the match for his display. Garforth came close after twenty-five minutes, when Ovington put Tom Greaves through on the right channel. With the offside trap beaten and Robertson in no-mans-land, Greaves latched onto the lofted ball and his lobbed finish struck the outside of the posts elbow joint that conjoins the net and goal, just wide of the top corner.
Salford had mixed luck, with Giggs’ well taken free kick saved, but a handball in their own box escaping the notice of all officials, a bittersweet minute. Thornton and particularly Ovington came close with chances to close out the half, a low drive and a left footed shot cut across the goal and wide, respectively.
Thornton again tried his luck with a run from his own half, evading challenges and ending with a lacklustre shot. Ovington showed a turn of pace and played a ball in for Tom Claisse, who shot over. Salford shot, with Craig tipping the ball over well. The home side would have three or four shots on goal in this time.
For the rest of the game, Garforth pressed and created chances only for Salford to respond with several of their own. City arguably carved out the more memorable chances, only for the likes of Giggs, Rouse and McAliskey to miss. Though in the second half they undoubtedly came closest with the scant goal scoring opportunities, from the official report in the Salford Star, you would think Garforth had been spanked like a Mirko Cro Cop opponent in a Japanese freak show mismatch. As for the lamentations of The Salford Star, I respond with this; Sors salutis, et virtutis, michi nunc contraria… mecum omnes plangite! Carl Orff, O Fortuna. Relying on the overuse of ‘F bombs’ and county insults like the Salford Star did is so uncultured, even for the red rose...
So the points were shared equally, between our lovable hosts and us ‘yellow shirted Yorkshire ****ing ****ers’. As fate would have it, lager was the beverage of choice, though the miserable Mancunians undoubtedly resorted to the whisky drinks, the vodka drinks, the lager drinks and the cider drinks in lamentation, to vent about the match and to remind them of the better times. Chumbawamba, Tubthumping. A song Salford City use pre-match, and would do well to remember in the aftermath of such a game after the events conclusion.
"Don't cry for me, next door (county) neighbours..."
Garforth next play against Chorley at home on Tuesday night, then Trafford away on Saturday. Kick-offs will be at 7:45pm and 3pm respectively. If we get knocked down, we will get up again, yeah they're never gonna keep us down....
'Danny Boy': yellow shirted ****ing tubthumper, whisky/vodka/lager/cider drinker, and proud Yorkshireman.
Tuesday, 29 September 2009
Woodley Sports 0 - Garforth Town 1
26-9-09
The White Rose triumphed in an ugly smash and grab battle in Lancashire, as Woodley Sports fell by one goal to zilcho at their own Neil Rourke stadium. The home side’s nickname is the Steelmen, but they were melted down on Saturday in a close game settled by a well-taken Duncan Williams goal.
An initial feeling out process saw many long balls, with the only sniff of a chance coming from a chased down header back to goalkeeper Morgan from the halfway line. The only noteworthy chance in the opening twenty minutes came from an excellent Woodley cross could have been converted from eight yards. The inept striker missed the ball. Save for that, Garforth’s makeshift defence performed well, marshalled by Milton Turner.
A low cross was drilled in by Town standout Chris Ovington to Carl Fox, but the defender did just enough to prevent him getting a clean strike. Greaves came close with a shot following a good set up from Ovington, and Woodley hit the post, missing the subsequent rebound.
Ovington carved the last two chances of the first half, with a side-foot effort that missed, then an eye-catching burst of pace to fire in a cross that was not met.
Duncan Williams tried a Paul Gascoigne circa 1996 when he tried setting up a shot after kick ups over a defender, but he overshot it. Woodley had a header saved by Morgan, who turned in a dependable performance. Both Greaves and Ovington tried shots from outside the area, and both were saved comfortably.
The magic moment occurred on the hour mark. A ball up the right wing to Darren Thornton saw the striker cross low to Williams, who turned away from goal to off put the defender. As it was, though the new angle was ostensibly more difficult, and that the ball had bobbled, Williams managed to lob the goalkeeper to his far post and open (and close) the scoring.
Tom Klaisse almost burst through the middle later in the game, only for the keeper to come out and claim. The match was not one of breathless exhilaration, of constant goal scoring opportunities and melodrama, but it was a valuable win. Barring a minor incident in which two Woodley players appeared to raise their hands and make contact with Garforth players (with no action taken) not much more happened, and Garforth closed out the game to return back to God’s Own Country east of the Pennines with the points.
An ugly win can be as good as a pretty loss, for morale. And in a long season, morale is important, particularly for a side that won two recent promotions with dramatic late surges up the table. This win could prove more vital than its smash and grab, unexciting features and characteristics implied or were felt at the time, and with plenty of points to play for, Town are only four wins away from the prize positions. It’s a crack, they’re back yeah and standing on the rooftops shouting, baby I’m ready to go…
The White Rose triumphed in an ugly smash and grab battle in Lancashire, as Woodley Sports fell by one goal to zilcho at their own Neil Rourke stadium. The home side’s nickname is the Steelmen, but they were melted down on Saturday in a close game settled by a well-taken Duncan Williams goal.
An initial feeling out process saw many long balls, with the only sniff of a chance coming from a chased down header back to goalkeeper Morgan from the halfway line. The only noteworthy chance in the opening twenty minutes came from an excellent Woodley cross could have been converted from eight yards. The inept striker missed the ball. Save for that, Garforth’s makeshift defence performed well, marshalled by Milton Turner.
A low cross was drilled in by Town standout Chris Ovington to Carl Fox, but the defender did just enough to prevent him getting a clean strike. Greaves came close with a shot following a good set up from Ovington, and Woodley hit the post, missing the subsequent rebound.
Ovington carved the last two chances of the first half, with a side-foot effort that missed, then an eye-catching burst of pace to fire in a cross that was not met.
Duncan Williams tried a Paul Gascoigne circa 1996 when he tried setting up a shot after kick ups over a defender, but he overshot it. Woodley had a header saved by Morgan, who turned in a dependable performance. Both Greaves and Ovington tried shots from outside the area, and both were saved comfortably.
The magic moment occurred on the hour mark. A ball up the right wing to Darren Thornton saw the striker cross low to Williams, who turned away from goal to off put the defender. As it was, though the new angle was ostensibly more difficult, and that the ball had bobbled, Williams managed to lob the goalkeeper to his far post and open (and close) the scoring.
Tom Klaisse almost burst through the middle later in the game, only for the keeper to come out and claim. The match was not one of breathless exhilaration, of constant goal scoring opportunities and melodrama, but it was a valuable win. Barring a minor incident in which two Woodley players appeared to raise their hands and make contact with Garforth players (with no action taken) not much more happened, and Garforth closed out the game to return back to God’s Own Country east of the Pennines with the points.
An ugly win can be as good as a pretty loss, for morale. And in a long season, morale is important, particularly for a side that won two recent promotions with dramatic late surges up the table. This win could prove more vital than its smash and grab, unexciting features and characteristics implied or were felt at the time, and with plenty of points to play for, Town are only four wins away from the prize positions. It’s a crack, they’re back yeah and standing on the rooftops shouting, baby I’m ready to go…
Sunday, 20 September 2009
Colwyn Bay 3 - Garforth Town 1
19-9-09
Throughout history, foreign occupations have been repelled with both strong-arm assaults and guerrilla violence. Today, on foreign soil, Garforth’s seemingly easy, surefire victory was not overturned by the strong-arm, decisive play of the home side at all, but solely through the guerrilla tactics of poor officiating and strikers capitalising on our bad luck, as The Miner’s were toppled by two dubious second half sucker punches to the metaphorical chin. We played ‘The Seagulls’, and were left feeling like we’d just walked beneath a huge flock of them flying directly after a bad dose of Blackpool chippy scraps.
In a game where Garforth were violated by the duo of fate and human error (the officials) it was a situation where defeat was snatched from the jaws of victory. Tellingly, Colwyn manager Neil Young (that is his name) was quoted as saying “You have to give Garforth credit for coming here with a game plan and making it tough - other teams have found it hard to break them down this season, with Halifax only beating them 1-0.” And in legal goals, I scored today as a score draw, personally…
The first half saw no real clear cut chances fashioned by either team, as the home and away defences held out well and the midfield area saw both passing interchanges and sporadic, niggly battles for the ball. From the Garforth perspective, Tom Claisse had an effort that diverted off his own man, and for our hosts, a triple whammy of saved shot, a header from the subsequent corner, and a rebound effort that went narrowly wide.
Nathan Kamara looked to be injured after a ball through to Darren Thornton, but the defender returned, and showed more of the form that has seen him arguably the best player in the team thus far in 09/10.
One such fine moment from that man led to the goal in the fifty-fifth minute. A hopeful Colwyn ball was curled upfield, and Kamara showed composure in controlling the ball. Chesting it before bursting past a Bay man, Nathan sent Thornton free down the left channel, and the striker played an inch perfect ball across the grey area between goalkeeper and defender, setting up Tom Greaves for a foregone conclusion of a three inch finish at the back post. 1-0 to the English team.
The Seagulls did not look capable of converting one of their non-existent chances at this point, but less than a quarter of an hour later something went down that didn’t ‘fly’ with what we all saw. A shot sent well wide saw a striker scrambling to claim a ball he couldn’t, went sailing, and a penalty was awarded. The player was perhaps making the most of slight contact, but is he to blame? Premier League Italians dive weekly with impunity, and earn beaucoup bucks in the process. Television poisons minds. The penalty was converted, flawlessly taken.
Outrageously, a ball up the right channel could not be intercepted due to a very apparent obstruction on the nearest defender, yet again things ‘flew’ for the Gulls. The striker – using the expanse afforded to him – angled to shoot, took a quiz, fell asleep, danced a jig, then finished off the chance that may never have occurred were it not for a clear and blatant obstruction made on a player who was involved with play, by a man who was affecting play. 1-2 it was to the Welshmen.
Kamara sent a carbon copy ball to Thornton, but unfortunately the end product wasn’t identical as the former Ossett man elected to cut the ball back for Greaves, who could not adjust in time.
A nice interchange across the pitch that carved Colwyn open climaxed with a professional foul. Fox, Harding, Kamara and Ormsby combined to feed Thornton on the right wing, but as he dextrously passed his man, he was cynically hacked down.
As the game was chased, the final nail in the coffin came with an excellently taken goal, as a cut in from the left preceded a sharp near post finish. Tom Greaves almost replied for the visitors after turning his man, but while beating the keeper, his shot slid agonisingly wide.
Ultimately, this game represented a nailed down, signed sealed delivered clean sheet, and but for some shoddy officiating, it probably would have been. Performance wise though, another step in the right direction.
Throughout history, foreign occupations have been repelled with both strong-arm assaults and guerrilla violence. Today, on foreign soil, Garforth’s seemingly easy, surefire victory was not overturned by the strong-arm, decisive play of the home side at all, but solely through the guerrilla tactics of poor officiating and strikers capitalising on our bad luck, as The Miner’s were toppled by two dubious second half sucker punches to the metaphorical chin. We played ‘The Seagulls’, and were left feeling like we’d just walked beneath a huge flock of them flying directly after a bad dose of Blackpool chippy scraps.
In a game where Garforth were violated by the duo of fate and human error (the officials) it was a situation where defeat was snatched from the jaws of victory. Tellingly, Colwyn manager Neil Young (that is his name) was quoted as saying “You have to give Garforth credit for coming here with a game plan and making it tough - other teams have found it hard to break them down this season, with Halifax only beating them 1-0.” And in legal goals, I scored today as a score draw, personally…
The first half saw no real clear cut chances fashioned by either team, as the home and away defences held out well and the midfield area saw both passing interchanges and sporadic, niggly battles for the ball. From the Garforth perspective, Tom Claisse had an effort that diverted off his own man, and for our hosts, a triple whammy of saved shot, a header from the subsequent corner, and a rebound effort that went narrowly wide.
Nathan Kamara looked to be injured after a ball through to Darren Thornton, but the defender returned, and showed more of the form that has seen him arguably the best player in the team thus far in 09/10.
One such fine moment from that man led to the goal in the fifty-fifth minute. A hopeful Colwyn ball was curled upfield, and Kamara showed composure in controlling the ball. Chesting it before bursting past a Bay man, Nathan sent Thornton free down the left channel, and the striker played an inch perfect ball across the grey area between goalkeeper and defender, setting up Tom Greaves for a foregone conclusion of a three inch finish at the back post. 1-0 to the English team.
The Seagulls did not look capable of converting one of their non-existent chances at this point, but less than a quarter of an hour later something went down that didn’t ‘fly’ with what we all saw. A shot sent well wide saw a striker scrambling to claim a ball he couldn’t, went sailing, and a penalty was awarded. The player was perhaps making the most of slight contact, but is he to blame? Premier League Italians dive weekly with impunity, and earn beaucoup bucks in the process. Television poisons minds. The penalty was converted, flawlessly taken.
Outrageously, a ball up the right channel could not be intercepted due to a very apparent obstruction on the nearest defender, yet again things ‘flew’ for the Gulls. The striker – using the expanse afforded to him – angled to shoot, took a quiz, fell asleep, danced a jig, then finished off the chance that may never have occurred were it not for a clear and blatant obstruction made on a player who was involved with play, by a man who was affecting play. 1-2 it was to the Welshmen.
Kamara sent a carbon copy ball to Thornton, but unfortunately the end product wasn’t identical as the former Ossett man elected to cut the ball back for Greaves, who could not adjust in time.
A nice interchange across the pitch that carved Colwyn open climaxed with a professional foul. Fox, Harding, Kamara and Ormsby combined to feed Thornton on the right wing, but as he dextrously passed his man, he was cynically hacked down.
As the game was chased, the final nail in the coffin came with an excellently taken goal, as a cut in from the left preceded a sharp near post finish. Tom Greaves almost replied for the visitors after turning his man, but while beating the keeper, his shot slid agonisingly wide.
Ultimately, this game represented a nailed down, signed sealed delivered clean sheet, and but for some shoddy officiating, it probably would have been. Performance wise though, another step in the right direction.
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
Garforth Town 4 - Radcliffe Borough 2
15-9-09
Fourceful Garforth rebounded well from a malfunction at the junction on Saturday in Geordie Land with a ring a ding dong dandy of a first half match-winning four goal performance against Greater, or Lesser, Mancunians Radcliffe Borough at the Genix Healthcare stadium. Ten men Garforth defended well against the expected second half siege, and shut out their frustrated, niggly foes on a warm Tuesday night in West Yorkshire.
An early ball through to a blatantly offside lurker almost resulted in a harsh disadvantage for Garforth, but the defence recovered well. It would be for nought though, as only a minute later a bouncing throw-in was not dealt with, falling kindly for Mark Drew who finished well with a half volley.
Soon after the visitor’s lead was doubled; an unjustly awarded free kick was curled right to the back post, evading all and sundry. Tom Brookes converted. 0-2.
From here Garforth turned the heat up, and snatched victory from the snapping jaws of defeat. Captain Renshaw sailed a peach up to new boy Chris Ovington, and with the striker tripped, Darren Thornton claimed his first goal for Garforth with the consequent penalty. He bagged his brace when the Borough goalkeeper controlled a back-pass poorly and the ball fell to him; the striker simply sidestepped a defender to place the ball into an empty net. 2-2.
Town placed Borough’s defence under some pressure; the ball was stroked about the midfield before Greaves angled to shoot, Tom Klass tried his luck and a header went wide. Then the third arrived; a cross from a corner was headed back out, and was soon sent back in. Borough players stepped out in an offside trap attempt that failed miserably, Renshaw fairly challenged the goalkeeper for the high ball, and it fell for Luke Woodall to put it in. In a time when so many referees blow the whistle for the slightest contact with a keeper, this one allowed for Brett’s legal challenge, and a legit goal stood. Good call, ref.
Craig Harding, though, didn’t have the same luck as Renshaw. A 50/50 tackle contested with a Borough man sparked a skirmish, in the aftermath of which Harding was sent for an early shower. Though the studs of one boot may have been showing on his slide tackle, it was difficult to surmise the reasons that Radcliffe players who impeached rules by raising hands to faces in anger during the skirmish did not join Mr Harding in his early walk.
However, Town claimed a fourth, when Greaves finished off an interchange by beating the shot stopper in the one on one. Radcliffe, a man to the good were left mourning a 4-2 deficit having claimed an early two-goal lead. But that is football; take your eye off the ball and your foot off the pedal, and like the song says; in an mmm-bop, it’s gone.
In the stoppage time of a six goal half, Thornton was – wittingly or otherwise – stamped on. The incident went with no punishment meted out. After, Greaves closed out the half when he sidestepped a challenge, and shot well over. Thus ended a great half for Garforth.
With 11 against 10, a second half siege was expected, and that is what we got. Town dug in their trenches and battled it out, and did very well to end the half with only the two earlier goals conceded. A header from a Radcliffe corner struck the crossbar, but with nearly every outfield Town player blocking the goal like an army defending the city gates, the visitors could not convert from the ensuing penalty box scramble.
Later on, after sustained pressure, Garforth would again threaten. A seemingly innocuous ball up the left wing was somehow latched onto by Renshaw, when the centre-back careered up the pitch to reach it. Unfortunately, his cross inside would not be quite as good. Radcliffe tried another cross, and on the counter attack Darren Thornton released Greaves into the box, whose shot was saved point blank by the onrushing keeper. In a subsequent counter-attack, substitute veteran Andy Hayward played Thornton into space with an overhead pass, and the striker cut inside and shot wide.
Radcliffe ultimately could not break the resilient Town defence, and that ol’ junction seemed somewhat repaired and reorganisation. A good game, a good victory.
Fletch.
Fourceful Garforth rebounded well from a malfunction at the junction on Saturday in Geordie Land with a ring a ding dong dandy of a first half match-winning four goal performance against Greater, or Lesser, Mancunians Radcliffe Borough at the Genix Healthcare stadium. Ten men Garforth defended well against the expected second half siege, and shut out their frustrated, niggly foes on a warm Tuesday night in West Yorkshire.
An early ball through to a blatantly offside lurker almost resulted in a harsh disadvantage for Garforth, but the defence recovered well. It would be for nought though, as only a minute later a bouncing throw-in was not dealt with, falling kindly for Mark Drew who finished well with a half volley.
Soon after the visitor’s lead was doubled; an unjustly awarded free kick was curled right to the back post, evading all and sundry. Tom Brookes converted. 0-2.
From here Garforth turned the heat up, and snatched victory from the snapping jaws of defeat. Captain Renshaw sailed a peach up to new boy Chris Ovington, and with the striker tripped, Darren Thornton claimed his first goal for Garforth with the consequent penalty. He bagged his brace when the Borough goalkeeper controlled a back-pass poorly and the ball fell to him; the striker simply sidestepped a defender to place the ball into an empty net. 2-2.
Town placed Borough’s defence under some pressure; the ball was stroked about the midfield before Greaves angled to shoot, Tom Klass tried his luck and a header went wide. Then the third arrived; a cross from a corner was headed back out, and was soon sent back in. Borough players stepped out in an offside trap attempt that failed miserably, Renshaw fairly challenged the goalkeeper for the high ball, and it fell for Luke Woodall to put it in. In a time when so many referees blow the whistle for the slightest contact with a keeper, this one allowed for Brett’s legal challenge, and a legit goal stood. Good call, ref.
Craig Harding, though, didn’t have the same luck as Renshaw. A 50/50 tackle contested with a Borough man sparked a skirmish, in the aftermath of which Harding was sent for an early shower. Though the studs of one boot may have been showing on his slide tackle, it was difficult to surmise the reasons that Radcliffe players who impeached rules by raising hands to faces in anger during the skirmish did not join Mr Harding in his early walk.
However, Town claimed a fourth, when Greaves finished off an interchange by beating the shot stopper in the one on one. Radcliffe, a man to the good were left mourning a 4-2 deficit having claimed an early two-goal lead. But that is football; take your eye off the ball and your foot off the pedal, and like the song says; in an mmm-bop, it’s gone.
In the stoppage time of a six goal half, Thornton was – wittingly or otherwise – stamped on. The incident went with no punishment meted out. After, Greaves closed out the half when he sidestepped a challenge, and shot well over. Thus ended a great half for Garforth.
With 11 against 10, a second half siege was expected, and that is what we got. Town dug in their trenches and battled it out, and did very well to end the half with only the two earlier goals conceded. A header from a Radcliffe corner struck the crossbar, but with nearly every outfield Town player blocking the goal like an army defending the city gates, the visitors could not convert from the ensuing penalty box scramble.
Later on, after sustained pressure, Garforth would again threaten. A seemingly innocuous ball up the left wing was somehow latched onto by Renshaw, when the centre-back careered up the pitch to reach it. Unfortunately, his cross inside would not be quite as good. Radcliffe tried another cross, and on the counter attack Darren Thornton released Greaves into the box, whose shot was saved point blank by the onrushing keeper. In a subsequent counter-attack, substitute veteran Andy Hayward played Thornton into space with an overhead pass, and the striker cut inside and shot wide.
Radcliffe ultimately could not break the resilient Town defence, and that ol’ junction seemed somewhat repaired and reorganisation. A good game, a good victory.
Fletch.
Saturday, 5 September 2009
Garforth Town 1 - Woodley Sports 1
5-9-09
Gallant Garforth gave Woodley a drubbing in a one-sided score draw at the Genix Healthcare Stadium. Despite creating the best chances, and dominating general play, Town could not pull the trigger on the goal scoring revolver and the Greater Mancunian visitors escaped with a share of the points.
The best chance early doors came for striker Tom Greaves, who tried to capitalise on a goalkeeping fumble but was denied. Frank Zalo chased down a loose ball through and managed to keep it in play, setting up a cross that Duncan Williams headed narrowly wide. Other half chances were fashioned, and the first thirty minutes belonged entirely to Garforth, the only side with attacking intent.
Woodley’s closest chance came from a Bentley-esque effort, a forty-yard volley that almost embarrassed the home keeper and sailed wide of the post. This goal scoring opportunity was enterprising, but rare.
In the later stages of the first, Man of the Match Nathan Kamara played an excellent ball through diagonally to the right channel for Greaves, but Ben Connett was equal to the striker’s slid effort. The last near effort came from Darren Thornton, who persevered after a botched free kick to fashion a position to shoot, though he could not muster a powerful enough strike to trouble the opposing shot stopper.
After half time entertainment courtesy of the Leeds Brazilian Soccer School, a second half began that did not see the same number of good chances, yet ironically contained both goals that decided the match. Duncan Williams could not finish a move culminating from a deflected cross, and Greaves came close with a later header that flashed wide. The pivotal moment of the game came when both the exceptionally tall linesman and the referee failed to spot a blatant push which led to an unmarked Woodley forward slotting the ball home. Football can be cruel sometimes…
However, God’s benevolent existence was proved by the just equaliser that followed, when a corner and lay off was converted well by Milton Turner from 25 yards. That great finish earned Garforth a point, but it could and really should have been more. Garforth next play at home when they welcome Radcliffe Borough on Tuesday September 15th, when kick-off will be at 7:45pm.
Gallant Garforth gave Woodley a drubbing in a one-sided score draw at the Genix Healthcare Stadium. Despite creating the best chances, and dominating general play, Town could not pull the trigger on the goal scoring revolver and the Greater Mancunian visitors escaped with a share of the points.
The best chance early doors came for striker Tom Greaves, who tried to capitalise on a goalkeeping fumble but was denied. Frank Zalo chased down a loose ball through and managed to keep it in play, setting up a cross that Duncan Williams headed narrowly wide. Other half chances were fashioned, and the first thirty minutes belonged entirely to Garforth, the only side with attacking intent.
Woodley’s closest chance came from a Bentley-esque effort, a forty-yard volley that almost embarrassed the home keeper and sailed wide of the post. This goal scoring opportunity was enterprising, but rare.
In the later stages of the first, Man of the Match Nathan Kamara played an excellent ball through diagonally to the right channel for Greaves, but Ben Connett was equal to the striker’s slid effort. The last near effort came from Darren Thornton, who persevered after a botched free kick to fashion a position to shoot, though he could not muster a powerful enough strike to trouble the opposing shot stopper.
After half time entertainment courtesy of the Leeds Brazilian Soccer School, a second half began that did not see the same number of good chances, yet ironically contained both goals that decided the match. Duncan Williams could not finish a move culminating from a deflected cross, and Greaves came close with a later header that flashed wide. The pivotal moment of the game came when both the exceptionally tall linesman and the referee failed to spot a blatant push which led to an unmarked Woodley forward slotting the ball home. Football can be cruel sometimes…
However, God’s benevolent existence was proved by the just equaliser that followed, when a corner and lay off was converted well by Milton Turner from 25 yards. That great finish earned Garforth a point, but it could and really should have been more. Garforth next play at home when they welcome Radcliffe Borough on Tuesday September 15th, when kick-off will be at 7:45pm.
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